"You…bake?" Neal said, one hand over his mouth as he tried to hold in his laughter.
Peter glared and continued rolling out the pie dough. "Shut up."
A nearly stifled snicker escaped the conman's lips. "You bake?"
The glare intensified. "I said, shut up."
"In what universe does it make sense that you can bake?" Neal said, a loud laugh filling the air. Peter scowled.
"What part of shut up don't you get?" He mumbled angrily. "And I could say the same for you."
There was a moment of silence as Neal pulled the very tomato bisque from the fridge mentioned. "That's different!" Neal defended.
"In what way?" Peter said with a smirk, sticking the pie in the oven.
"It- I-"
"It really isn't different." Elizabeth said. "Now can we go?"
Begrudgingly, Neal followed with Peter close behind, the subject of pumpkin pie forgotten.