Peter briefly considers throwing the cork right back at her, but the flash of annoyance that gave birth to the thought subsides into the general background hum of self pity quickly enough and he lets it lie on the floor of the boat instead. He doesn't particularly want the oar back, either, but he reaches out and takes it anyhow.

"Going to jump through a hoop for me next?" he asks. He can't decide if he's glad for the company or irritated at the intrusion on his solace, so for now he settles for more or less gentle jabs.