Peter leans in, just a little, to let Laura see the collar of his t-shirt and how it conceals the red and blue spandex underneath. It's so close to his skin, it might as well be a second skin.

"I mean, my mask and gloves and stuff go into my backpack, but I keep the rest of it on," he says, keeping his voice low.

Then he leans back and reaches for his milkshake to take a sip.

"Not bad, huh?"

Does he mean superhero-ing? Or does he mean the milkshake? Who knows?