"Just the circus of high school," Peter replies with a brief lift of a finger gun the guy's way before reconsidering how cool that actually is not, especially when you're doing it to a guy who looks like he has shot many, many actual, real-life guns. He drops his hand.

"I've only had the power to talk to her a couple of hours, so I don't know," Peter allows, and pulls a vaguely sour face at the notion as he glances back up to his furry friend. "I'm thinking I should probably avoid it. Or become a vegetarian."