[ Peter’s too scarred by his last trip to rural Scotland. Few high vantage points to web-swing from, spooky ancient warrior ghosts that turned out to be an instance of Scooby-Doo villainy... what a damn nightmare. Worse, that time in Germany when Wolverine showed up and they had an ideological disagreement. Peter then killed a woman on accident, thinking he’d punched Logan. All the trauma associated with leaving New York notwithstanding, Peter can be convinced to take another vacation if Felicia ever broaches the topic. He’s just got a lot of repressed baggage to unload, first.

And god knows there’s still quite a lot of that between himself and Felicia. ]

I have no frame of reference for “moscato,” or even what this is called.

[ From the way he smiles when he says it, he hopes Felicia knows that he knows he’s out of his depth, but nonetheless... ]

I appreciate you sharing this with me, though. While it’s not my ballpark, it’s yours.

[ Despite his attitude, it’s a smile he struggles to muster while stomaching the taste of the wine. ]

It’s like getting to know a part of you better. Know what I mean?

Say I tried to show you a little bit about photography. Or science-y stuff.

[ Come to think of it, he’s looking at the wine glass and can’t help but be reminded of lab glassware. What if he started using one of these for experiments?

Funnier than that idea is Felicia’s response to the ‘high art’ scam of the century. He’s been finishing off the last of his avocado toast all the while, swallowing by the time Felicia finishes. ]

And he made a huge profit from it along the way. Sounds about as committed to a real cause as Banksy.

Between him BS-ing that ‘art’ into ‘existence’ and the patron who’s both gullible and pretentious enough to buy it... I can’t tell who’s worse.

Kinda wish I could just ‘see’ the thing in an exhibit! Maybe my spider-sense will catch it. Maybe you can steal it.

[ Now he’s just laughing at his own jokes. Peter’s not trying to rant too much, here, after all. ]