That's cool, there's... a lot. [And despite his usual appetite, Peter doubts he'll get through more than a helping.

He stands around, trying to make himself useful - but ends up just taking out another pretzel and tearing off a piece for each dog in arm's reach. Peter focuses on this, a frown appearing on his brow as he glances up to an empty doorway. This is just so strange.] It's... really weird to be here and know he's not going to show up, y'know? I expect to hear him start yelling at any moment.