"Upstate New York, I'm sorry to disappoint you," Peter says with a bright smile. He likes that people have an idea of New York. Peter does too. It's like there's a mythical line that separates St. Cecilia's from the rest of the world, not wholly unlike Darrow. It feels like a lie when Peter says he's from New York the same way it feels like a lie when he says he's from Arizona. If anything, Darrow is his home, for that is where his heart is.

Also, though, he likes this person's energy. He's like Beth, like Rapunzel in that they are both wide-eyed and kind and eager. They're not totally unlike Peter himself. Being able to lump himself into a group with others is a concept that is as foreign as it is welcome. He doesn't mind that he's not doing the majority of the speaking; he's quite enjoying taking it all in.

"Sure! Right here," Peter gestures to about three or four more, surrounded by a few that are subtly different. At first glance, they likely look the same.

"You know your friend from home, right? But you said he's Canadian and you're from Georgia? How do you know each other?" He's not prying, he pays attention. Peter loves people and craves knowledge so when the two things intersect, Peter's an incredibly happy camper.