[The collision makes Peter's donut fall from his mouth. He clutches at it, it slips from his hands, he grasps at it again and barely manages to hold onto it.]
Yes! Ha-HA!
[He pops it into his mouth triumphantly and grins around a mouthful of pastry, looking up to... oh, hey, there's a saucy Aussie in a combat stance in front of him. Peter raises his hands in surrender quickly, then spills a little hot coffee from the mug onto his hand. He whines and wipes it off gingerly.]
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Yes! Ha-HA!
[He pops it into his mouth triumphantly and grins around a mouthful of pastry, looking up to... oh, hey, there's a saucy Aussie in a combat stance in front of him. Peter raises his hands in surrender quickly, then spills a little hot coffee from the mug onto his hand. He whines and wipes it off gingerly.]
Ow, ouchie ow... that's hot!