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[ He snorts again, chewing another mouthful of pasta. ]

It's a dick move.

[ And maybe the words are cast out a little more grimly than necessary, but there it is.

When she reaches over with her fork, Peter's first instinct is to pull his plate away and let out an irritated, ]

Hey—

[ An old habit from his days with the Ravagers, when he had to guard and scarf down his food before someone snatched the best bits of his dinner.

But he relaxes almost as soon as he does it, letting her take what she likes. Still, he grumbles a little, looking at her askance. ]

I guess you can have that, by the way. [ In the most put-upon tone in the galaxy. ]