"The shirt?" Peter repeated, incredulous for how that was her first thought. It took him a moment to process that, and then he shook his head. "No, it's not about the—well yes, it partially is. I liked that shirt. But no, what I meant was the... the assault at the door." At some point he had begun gesturing, not entirely sure where he was going and trying to make up for that by putting his body into it.

Despite his shirt no longer being in a wearable state, Peter had at least gotten his pants back and that was enough for him up until he needed to leave. He would figure something out. However, his biggest concern was not what he would eat (he wasn't exactly picky), but if Robin realized how wrong it was to pull him down into subspace without his permission. It was a lovely place, granted, but it was vulnerable and he wanted to be in charge of when he would get there.