( The fucking crabs. Oh yes, he absolutely knows about the crabs, something that's probably made obvious by his reaction — closing his eyes for a moment and giving a grimace. Those things have kind of squashed Peter's appetite for seafood, in all honesty.

But as much as he wants to tease about the fact, make some dumb joke about crazy crabs, there's... something more pressing in him as he listens to the other boy. Robby's new and even if he comes with some skills, this place is... dangerous as fuck. There's a certain responsibility to try and help him out as much as he can, though Peter has no idea where to even start. How do you explain what this place comes with? What it does?

His eyes are peeling open just in time to see that motion of the other teen's fist. For a moment, something unpleasant curls in Peter's gut. The last time he witnessed karate moves in person, he was tied to a punching bag while Johnny had one of his students give Peter some hits. ....It's a long, weird story of how he ended up on the bad side of Johnny Lawrence, but— he tries to shrug it off, brows knitting instead as he draws his focus to Robby's question. He doesn't mean to be a Debbie Downer, but.... )

...it's bad around here. Really bad. I don't go outside too much, unless I have to.

People have found ways to help keep them away. I think... that's the better option instead of actually fighting them. There's wards and magic stuff like that. Incense — incense helps a lot.

( He pauses, a little hesitant to voice this, because there's no telling how people might take it. )

My girlfriend's kind of a witch...? She can do protective stuff, like she could put up charms and wards where you live, if you want.