All the information Amalia imparts is accepted easily, Peter a dry sponge, nodding in response when ever she says something particularly interesting to him. Which is nearly everything. He's solemn still, serious, though it's more silly than uncomfortable in this moment, like he's learning hoe to perform surgery instead of how to bake a cake. Really, this might be even more important to him.
The spices are chosen with an equally serious face, despite the fact that he sniffs too quickly more than once, and makes himself sneeze, turning so hes well away from the food. Eventually, he settles on a mix he likes, that he thinks Adam will like, and he eagerly leans in to hear the next step, and the next.
There's something like a smile on his face when Peter leaves, a while later, cake held carefully in his arms. There was still an awkwardness between them, it would take more time to ease that, but it was a beginning, a step in the right direction.
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
