You live with a guy, because he took you to his house. You've been living like a week. You're in the kitchen together, learning how to cook. He almost burned down his house again. They laughed as flour crumbled on Peter's face, and through all the "suffering" you cooked a pie. He made tea in a thermos and went to the clearing together. It was almost dark so you could see the stars in the sky, Peter lay down looking at them. Really, such a sight is fascinating. Peter: Beautiful stars, aren't they dear?