"Oh man, peppermint sounds great. You can totally just make mine however you make yours." Peter perks up, excited by all this imminent snackage. It's... one of the few things that can so quickly transform his gloom into something that actually looks cheerful... Food.

And he's definitely not picky; however Luz makes the tea will be just fine with him.

"...Oh yeah, I need to feed Paimon's fish, too. Let me get some meat..." Peter fishes through the cabinets for some jerky he's been saving up, tucking it into his pockets along with the other snacks.

"Did you ever go to that creepy pond back in Deerington? Paimon kind of... adopted a fish...."