[ The noise of the sparkler draws his attention more than anything, along with the peal of laughter as they run past.
(It reminds Peter of celebrating the fourth of July as a kid, not old enough to help light the big fireworks, but someone would hand him a sparkler and let him go wild.
He feels himself smile a little.) ]
It's... probably okay. [ A little uncertainly. He remembers a kid in his elementary school who was allergic to strawberries, but that wasn't, like, a super common thing, if memory serves. ]
They're— good. The real stuff, anyway. Nice and sweet. You'd like it.
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(It reminds Peter of celebrating the fourth of July as a kid, not old enough to help light the big fireworks, but someone would hand him a sparkler and let him go wild.
He feels himself smile a little.) ]
It's... probably okay. [ A little uncertainly. He remembers a kid in his elementary school who was allergic to strawberries, but that wasn't, like, a super common thing, if memory serves. ]
They're— good. The real stuff, anyway. Nice and sweet. You'd like it.