"Hey, you're you again," Peter said, walking up.

"You know, between the two of us, we turn into other things entirely too often," Peter said.

"I've always had thumbs," Peter said. "Even when I was a pig. And sometimes too many. That's weird to realize."

"Everyone here who has been kidnapped by Santa Claus, please raise your hand to show how lucky you are," Peter said, raising his hand.

"I appreciate it. I think I would have lost it if I were thrown through one more wall," Peter said. "By the way, semi-randomly except that we're talking about past stuff and this was kind of a big moment for me in terms of my having a crush on you way back when. Valentine's Day. Since both of us are currently human, are we making a big deal about it at all? Date, fancy dinner, all that? Or maybe a quiet night in? Or ignore it and swear bloody vengence on the greeting card companies?"

"Bloody vengence can always be sworn with slasher movies. Because nothing says 'I love you' quite like a guy chasing teenagers with a knife," Peter said.

"I can... do something romantic that I'm not going to talk about at the moment because it's a surprise," Peter said. He had no clue what it was, but he'd find something. He had a few days to do so.

"No turning you into a cat. Got it," Peter said.

"Oh, no, that makes a lot of sense," Peter said. "I'll make sure the surprise is pleasant." Whatever it would be.