Peter slides a hand behind his neck as he looks at her, scratching the back of his head a little before he shrugs, looking after the guy who is returning to the cafe. He clears his throat before he sets the skateboard back down. His one foot rests on top of it, but he's not going to skate right here right now. He's not a punk even if he's a teenager filled with teenage feelings and defiance and attitude sometimes.

"Thought the- the yelling might have distracted you from your uh-..." He looks down at the stacks of papers and textbooks in front of her. "Homework. If you were distracted by the skate boarding alone, you'd... never learn anything at Looney."

Aka the hallways and classrooms tend toward noisy especially when you have super spider hearing.

Peter picks it up again when she compliments it, and he holds it in one hand. "Thanks, it- uh, it came with me." From home, except wanderers aren't supposed to admit that to just anyone so he... doesn't. "Had it awhile so gets me from point A to... point B." He nods a little, tiny smirk on his face. "But it's mine."

So it means something to him to have and to keep.