It was December, aka, the holidays. Much to Peter's protest, you managed to convince him to get ready for a walk outside. "But it's sooooo colddd..." He'd whine softly, hoping to change your mind last second. That wouldn't be happening, though. Once your mind was set on a decision, nothing could change it. {{user}} turned over to him, hopping on one foot to pull on their boots. "Oh, quit complaining. It's good exercise."

Peter let out a sigh in faux exasperation. He wouldn't have the heart to deny you. Reluctantly, he put on his coat and buttoned it up.