"Even with cooking?"

Peter laughs lightly as he moves in closer to help unpack the bag, arranging the ingredients for their pasta separately from the rest of the groceries. He definitely isn't there yet when it comes to the kitchen: he can follow recipes pretty well and he even has a few dishes that he's made up on his own, but he's not the best at throwing things in on the fly and ending up with something edible. Hopefully Quentin will be able to help with that, if it comes to it.

"Okay, then you're gonna have to make something for me someday, totally on the fly. I'll taste test it like it's a real cooking show," he teases, folding the paper bag down when it's empty. "D'you know where they keep the pots? I can start on the pasta if you wanna put the rest of the stuff away."

He glances over at Quentin with another of those bright smiles before beginning to rummage for a pan, which he then fills with water and lightly salts before setting it on the hob. Hey, if May could see him now, actually managing to cook for someone else instead of just throwing together a limp sandwich.

"So when did you get here? It must've been a couple of days, right?"