Quentin, of course, recognizes Peter as soon as he's close enough to the building to be made out. He smiles less tentatively, and it's--well, kind of easy, actually. Who knew. He's never really felt like a friendly guy, and this is a kid that he manipulated into giving him ownership and control of the most advanced and extensive drone network known to man.

But right now, he's just the kid that brought him groceries.

"Hey, Peter. You're fine. They should be cleared out of the kitchen by now, so we'll have the place to ourselves."

He opens the door for them, lets them in, and takes the bag from him. He laughs a little, hefting it. It's more substantial than he thought, and there will definitely be leftovers, even if he is famished. "Jesus, did you bring the whole hog? What else do you have in here?"