Listening to the two of them awkwardly go back and forth from roughly ten feet away was nearly enough to make Tony lose his nerve. Maybe it was a full moon soon?

He furtively glanced up from the sudoku book he idly solving in his head, enough to see past the corners of his raised hood. There was Peter, standing just down the aisle. His throat tightened, and he wasn't entirely sure why. If he there was anyone he knew less scary than the kid, he had a hard time thinking of them.

Turning back to his book, he sighed dramatically, certainly enough to draw a little attention in the quiet shop. Oh, it was showtime. "Must be getting old. My record was ten of these in four minutes."