Peter squints at Darwin when he mentions talking to frogs, unsure of whether his leg was being pulled or not. "Uh... yeah, sounds cool. I'm Peter. Peter Jasper." He shakes Darwin's hand firmly.
Peter gets a sly grin, too, at Brian's comments. "Heh heh, yeah man, anything you want--sounds, smells, the way stuff feels; anything I can dream up. Like..."
The Centurion suddenly appears beside their table, comically carrying a lunch tray. "Good day, citizens! Is this seat taken?"
Peter chuckles to himself and waves his hand as though dispersing smoke and the Centurion fades away. "We could get up to all sorts of fun, I bet. Now I see why they stuck me in that 'ethics' class right off the bat," he grins.