Peter came to kitchen and took a seat at the bar table. He had nothing to do and it was driving him bananas slowly. He had to have something to do. There was always something needed to be done around their new house, but everything seemed so perfect. Peter knew their new life wasn't going to last long before someone tried to invade it and take it apart. It was all too good to be true. Just how long was the matter of time now. He watched as Loika was cooking, very unusual, seeing how she didn't like human food much.
Smiling to himself, Peter teleported behind Loika and wrapped his arms around her waist gently as not to scare her. The last thing he needed was cooking supplies flying at him. He kissed her neck and smiled. "You know, this life we are trying to build so hard...seems to good to be true. Its like I am always waiting for something bad to happen. But I guess I am just being paranoid." said Peter, swaying gently. "What's for dinner and whose coming?"