[ Peter can't wait to audition again the next time Turn Off the Dark comes back to Broadway. He swears he'll land the lead role, even though the judges said he just doesn't feel like Spider-Man. Turns out the whole 'secret identity' thing works wonders, but it's almost too effective. A veritable... Monkey's Paw situation. ]

Not a problem. [ About flattery, that is. ] I'm right where I need to be.

[ Felicia has no reason to expect this to happen, but the nudge of her foot startles Peter before the sweetness of his words can settle. It's like his first instinct tells him that his spider-sense failed to apprehend danger, the way he jolts in his seat and nearly drops his coffee. At least he laughs as soon as he realizes his own error. In all this, he's just relieved he didn't spill anything on Felicia! ]

Okay, I'm clearly too wired. Got all this excess energy.

So how about we smash?

[ His eyes widen as his brain catches up to his words. ]

Like, play Smash. Smash Ultimate!

[ In a futile effort to save face, he goes back to drinking the last of his coffee. ]

Though...

[ And when he puts it down on an adjacent side table, he turns in his seat to properly face Felicia. He makes no further move, only appraising her in her state of relaxation. With no mask to hide his trepidation, he faces her anyway, thinking to himself of the worst that could happen if his entire gesture represents a total misread. The end of coffee dates, to be sure, and the end of... quite frankly? Something that's been the highlight of Peter's day on a consistent basis.

But maybe, progressing further than just coffee is worth the risk. Something beyond avocado toast is worth the very possible L he may take. All things considered, it definitely won't be the biggest ever handed to him. ]

I'll say this.

[ It's long overdue that he bridges the ocean between them. And he begins by reaching over the pillow, his gloved hand landing gently on Felicia's thigh. ]

I don't take back the first suggestion.