[Peter listens attentively, raising his brows here and there like he's listening to someone state what they were imprisoned for inside a tiny elevator mid prison break. No judgment then, none now, even though he really wasn't expecting that finish for the story. He was kinda expecting a whole "I ate a lot of pistachios as a kid and my parents told me I'd turn into one" kinda deal. This, though? Better.

He can't help it though, he laughs.] So what, they started calling you it after that? Or did you just wanna outshine the poor guy's horse by stealing its name?