( the walk isn't too far. as they speak, peter can already see the silhouette of the dress boutique rearing its head, though juno of course doesn't know that as they make their merry way along the cobblestone, midday light bathing them in sunny yellow. )

It can be about any number of things, not one thing more than the next. Saving myself from the mountains, meeting the neighbors, spoiling Juno. All worthy topics of interest, in my humble opinion. First things first!

( he stops pointedly at the store front, a very quaint looking dress shop in direct contrast to how peter generally presents himself, but they aren't shopping for peter, so that makes its fair bit of sense. in the window, there's enough room to fit a single saree on either side, each bedecked in its own expression of intricate embroidery and beadwork, sewn by hand and made with love. peter nods his head to the door. )

Shall we? After you.