He hums, not really letting the sting linger anyway, so he isn’t particularly bothered when their conversation moves on. He takes another bite—he can’t resist when it’s right there in quick access to enjoy—and chews through, swallowing before he answers.

“Figured we could both carry peaches though. More to go around and all that, right? Besides, that means more pies.”

Yeah, he’s not letting you carry his bag, Peggy. See, he’s got his pride, even short the arm. All that means is he can’t pick peaches and eat at the same time. His filled satchel is still no burden at all regardless.