( the sidewalk makes a quiet one-man symphony as peter's shoes slash the ground, although the scuttle of juno's feet offer a satisfying strings to peter's percussion. even with one hand in his pocket, the one flanking juno's side remains outside in the bitter cold, just. you know. in case juno wanted an invitation.

not drawing attention to it, peter sighs, shrugging his shoulders dramatically. )

Oh, twist my arm, why don't you! Fine, fine. ( his eyebrows dance on his forehead, implication laced. ) This is more a shopping trip for you than for myself. Since you like to throw a fit at every turn that I did all the shopping on my own the last time, I thought I'd involve you in the trade this time.