[ peter actually manages to be more-or-less on time: it's one of the benefits to living in the invincible, albeit one only made possible by the fact that, for once, he was actually there whilst speaking to nancy. at the thirty minute mark, he orders two mugs of cocoa — truth be told, he's never actually checked to see if the invincible serves it, so it's hit-and-miss as to what they'll actually end up with, but— ]

I've had some pretty informal parent-slash-guardian/teacher meetings in my time, but I think hot cocoa and lunch tops the list. [ is what he says in lieu of a greeting as nancy approaches. it's accompanied by a quick, darting smile, then: ] Hey. [ he eyes her in the short pause that follows, searching her face to see if he can work out if she's really okay, after everything. the last event (since that was what they were calling it, apparently) had seemed to take its toll on everyone, and frankly, he can't blame her for spending the last week holed up somewhere a little more familiar.

(—ugh.) a flicker of hesitation, then— ] Listen, Nancy, I think I get your concerns. [ beat. ] I know Eleven's got some — unusual abilities.

[ might as well dive straight in there, right? ]