"I wish I could say the same! I assume you can gather just how far in the doghouse Peter is for pulling that little stunt with the apartment." May shook her head, hooking her arm through Wade's and pulling him into the house, deftly taking the flowers and leading the way into the kitchen. "But it is very nice to meet you, Wade. I expect I'll be hearing everything I was missing out on this evening, hm? You'll have to fill me in, since Peter seems to have such a terrible time communicating."

"Of course, May," Peter hid a laugh from the door, closing it behind them and letting May sweep Wade into the kitchen to work her magic. His nerves were already starting to soothe, simply by virtue of being home and around May's particular brand of kindness. She always knew exactly what to say and do, Peter didn't know how she did it.

"Peter, dear, put these in a vase for me, will you?" May passed off the flowers to Peter, settling Wade down in a kitchen chair, already halfway done pouring him a cup of tea.