Peter has his moments. He yawns widely, digging his toes in, and wishes he could raise an eyebrow at her. "Squeak?" he asks, failing to mask his indignation. He can imagine himself trying and sounding like a complete idiot, mostly because he's imagining doing it in his own voice. Maybe he shouldn't have even asked.

Complaining, right. Did she really mean it about ditching him? Rather than do as he's told, he peers at her over his shoulder, trying to judge her expression. With a sigh, he turns forward again and shuts his eyes. "...eee," he says halfheartedly, doing it completely wrong.