Every moment Peter is sure that he cannot smile for any longer without his mouth wrapping Cheshire-like around his face, he's proved wrong. This time, it's Magnus' incredible Magnus-ness that does it. It starts with the extravagantly painted nails and spreads from there.
Peter presses the lid closed and tries at a playful glare, but he's smiling too wide for it to even happen. "You're going to get your glitter in my dish!" he protests before bumping him with his shoulder affectionately. The dish gets placed on the counter to be presented to Spencer and Luke later and he turns back to Magnus.
"I've always loved to cook! I just never got to do it at St. Cecilia's." It's another one of the millions of things he never got to do that he can do anytime he wants, now. Like wine and manicure dates with Magnus.
Speaking of wine, he heads for the glasses and bottles, tugging Magnus along with him. "You want me to pull myself away from my Herculean boyfriend and drink wine with you every weeknight? I love you, but I think you've finally asked too much." He pours himself a glass of wine, which still feels like he's doing something wrong, even though he knows it's legal where he is. Alcohol and Catholic school, in Peter's experience, go together like the body and blood of Christ, though, so he'll get over it.
With a smile that's more contained than the last three or four, Peter raises his newly-filled glass of wine to Magnus. "Happy Thanksgiving, Magnus. I'm grateful for your bad influence on me."
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Peter presses the lid closed and tries at a playful glare, but he's smiling too wide for it to even happen. "You're going to get your glitter in my dish!" he protests before bumping him with his shoulder affectionately. The dish gets placed on the counter to be presented to Spencer and Luke later and he turns back to Magnus.
"I've always loved to cook! I just never got to do it at St. Cecilia's." It's another one of the millions of things he never got to do that he can do anytime he wants, now. Like wine and manicure dates with Magnus.
Speaking of wine, he heads for the glasses and bottles, tugging Magnus along with him. "You want me to pull myself away from my Herculean boyfriend and drink wine with you every weeknight? I love you, but I think you've finally asked too much." He pours himself a glass of wine, which still feels like he's doing something wrong, even though he knows it's legal where he is. Alcohol and Catholic school, in Peter's experience, go together like the body and blood of Christ, though, so he'll get over it.
With a smile that's more contained than the last three or four, Peter raises his newly-filled glass of wine to Magnus. "Happy Thanksgiving, Magnus. I'm grateful for your bad influence on me."