The fact that he was still there really wasn’t that surprising. After all, Amalia had never asked him to leave. ”Dry ingredients.” Peter repeated, brows pulling together in an immediate question. ”There’s... wet ones then?”
The three powders she pushes across the counter look nearly identical to him, and Peter has to resist the urge to immediately reach out and dip his fingers into each of them. He shakes his head in response to the question. ”No baking. I... I’ve cooked on a fire? Or... burned things.”
PETER
I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true
'cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you
Now I'm sure that it's true
'cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you