It's best October has no idea what's going on in this conversation, really. Peter rubs his temples again; this is going to be a long day.

"I'm fine, Astrid. Look, why don't I meet you somewhere instead? You could bring the muffins. I'll bring..." He thinks about his refrigerator, how there's not much in there besides mustard and Sriracha. The Observers really liked their Sriracha, so there was a surplus after the occupation ended.

"I can pick something up," he finishes lamely.