"I don't like it," Meena mumbled through a mouth full, "It kind of burns." Peter's eyes widened as he stood up, looking at her warily, "Meena, did you ever get allergy tested?" "No. Why?" she deadpanned. "Spit it out!" Peter shouted in a panic as he began pacing around, "Spit it out! Spit it out!" "Where? Where the fuck am I supposed to spit it out?" she shouted back, who was also now frantic despite not understanding what was going on. "Hands! Hands right now!" he instructed, holding his hands out for her. Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich's were now ticked off her life list.