Theres always time to learn. Peter found himself nodding at that, at the ease with which she offered to teach him, despite her, his, their discomfort. Maybe he’d like to learn. To be able to surprise Adam with something that had his hands in it. He keeps nodding as she turns, trills of lavender in her hair -was that new?-, and walks into the back.
When she returns, Peter’s not nodding anymore. He’s stepped closer to the counter, still on the other side, still giving her her space, and has his hands folded neatly on it, waiting to be guided. Another smile valiantly tried to struggle to his face, still nervous and pinched, but trying. ”I... how do you start?”
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
