[ peter has nicknames — petey, petey-boy, tiger; gwen had called him mr. p — but there are none he can really offer her in return. he glances at her then, expression thoughtful: he doesn't quite know how 'jane' and 'el' sit together and honestly, he imagines they don't, but that's a question for another day; a day when eleven hasn't almost drowned, when she hasn't been told there's a chance she's dead.

mike sounds like a good catch, he almost says, before catching himself and deciding that opening that can of worms (again) isn't quite where he wants to take this conversation. instead, then: ]

Okay, El, [ he repeats, with emphasis. ] That's great, because I'm starving. [ peter wouldn't describe himself as always hungry, but he's prepared to concede that he can just about always eat. ] And I was planning on swinging by the store to pick a few bits up. You want to check it out with me, or are you going to wait here for Nancy and Steve? I could bring you something.