Oh— ( The tips of Peter's ears flush bright red and he's hiding his newest smile by dipping his head downwards for a moment. )

I'm not— But you can just call me Peter if you want to. ( He casts an awkward grin up after a moment, bashful about it. )

....My little sister was really the one who had skills. She uh. She could make all kinds of things. She'd take scraps and stuff that people just thought was junk, and make little dolls and stuff.