( Peter can't help giving a little laugh as he moves to the living room, sets down the beers on a little coffee table. )

Y'all live together, right? You and Sansa? ( Or.... kind of. Jinx's treehouse is on the property, right? (Again, that's an awkward subject that he's going to have to round back to eventually..... You can't stall forever, Peter.) )

Oh— yeah, this is all her. She's good at making stuff look comfy, right? ( Peter casts a glance around at the decor, all the books on the shelves and cosy blankets, and a few plants draped around. It's definitely cutey-witchycore. ) A lot better than me, my room's a mess. Oh, wait, speaking of—

( Peter gives an awkward shuffle to the side, leg bumping the couch as he moves. ) The weed's up in my room. Can't forget that! I'll uh, be right back.

( Is he slightly nervous about leaving Jinx and her machine gun alone down in the living room? Yes, but, the pot's what they came here for! So just excuse Peter as he shuffles up the nearby staircase and returns after a few minutes with a little tin. He'll sit back down and flip it open to reveal some pre-rolled joints all in a nice little row. )

You want one now, or after some beer? Or both at the same time.