[ peter's surprised by the hug: his eyes widen, just for a second, and he looks down at the top of eleven's head with brief bemusement before hugging her back. he's good at hugs, although given his wrist, this one's a touch more careful and awkward than it'd ordinarily be. he squeezes her tightly for a count of three, letting go when he feels her speaking more than hears the specifics of the words. ]

Hey, you haven't seen what the store has to offer yet. [ beat. ] Although I have gotten pretty great at cobbling together a gourmet meal from mystery can number one, mystery can number two, and this bread that I'm kind of convinced is more preservative than, like, yeast.

[ he gestures in the direction of the store - it's not far, and from there, peter figures he can either point her in the direction of "castle miners", or accompany her there. ]

—It's this way.