"Beetlejuice is a—." A what? Weird isn't entirely a genre of movie. "—comedy?" A lingering pause punctuated by the briefest of explanations—
"Look, I haven't lived on Earth for, like, twenty years. I barely know how to use the internet, let alone what movies are good."
For the moment, he doesn't elaborate on what he means by that — sure, he's spoken to enough people here from enough places that he knows that not everyone's from somewhere and somewhen that cosmic life is the norm, but he's not inclined to over-explain in case Alec is. Besides, he thinks, there's not really that much else to it.
So he moves on quickly, a flicker of movement in the corner of his eyes catching his attention. It's just ("just") the waitress re-emerging from the mysterious 'out back', apparently remembering that part of her job description is to be present for customers. Her appearance prompts Peter to ignore the concept of personal space and lean across the table to grab the laminated menu stood somewhat forlornly between red salt and pepper shakers.
"The others are set in space." He adds belatedly, his attention firmly fixed on the monumentally uninspiring menu. Lots of beige, Peter notes, but food is food and much like the coffee, he imagines it'll come with the distinction of being edible and little else.
He leans back in his chair and waves at the waitress, shoots her a smile and asks for toast, please, and then returns his focus to Alec. "But is that really what you feel like you should be doing after a multiversal kidnapping?" Either this manages to be a total non-event for Alec, which — fair, or else he's exceptionally good at compartmentalising.
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"Look, I haven't lived on Earth for, like, twenty years. I barely know how to use the internet, let alone what movies are good."
For the moment, he doesn't elaborate on what he means by that — sure, he's spoken to enough people here from enough places that he knows that not everyone's from somewhere and somewhen that cosmic life is the norm, but he's not inclined to over-explain in case Alec is. Besides, he thinks, there's not really that much else to it.
So he moves on quickly, a flicker of movement in the corner of his eyes catching his attention. It's just ("just") the waitress re-emerging from the mysterious 'out back', apparently remembering that part of her job description is to be present for customers. Her appearance prompts Peter to ignore the concept of personal space and lean across the table to grab the laminated menu stood somewhat forlornly between red salt and pepper shakers.
"The others are set in space." He adds belatedly, his attention firmly fixed on the monumentally uninspiring menu. Lots of beige, Peter notes, but food is food and much like the coffee, he imagines it'll come with the distinction of being edible and little else.
He leans back in his chair and waves at the waitress, shoots her a smile and asks for toast, please, and then returns his focus to Alec. "But is that really what you feel like you should be doing after a multiversal kidnapping?" Either this manages to be a total non-event for Alec, which — fair, or else he's exceptionally good at compartmentalising.