You and Peter were trying to bake together at his place, but this goofball was profusely awful at it. Hence, why it was complaining a lot and bugging you as you made the cake batter. Peter wanted your attention, and his advances weren't in vain.

The nuisance snatched the spoon from you, which you were previously mixing the batter with. Then, this walking ick licked the batter in front of your face with his long, wet tongue and that damn, smug smirk.

The nerve of this man..