[Peter's gaze drops for the moment, not quite sure what to do with his hands. Without the shirt to hold onto, he's going to pick at the sleeve of his own shirt.]

Not... exact matching shirts or anything. I tried to find puns in both of your fields. [Given what Peter knows of what happened, he feels a bit bad about matching.]

I thought he'd like an axolotl? Its kind of silly, but I thought he'd like the animal.