Midnight Snacks || Chip and Peter
Peter walked down the hall, his footsteps light as he tried to not wake anyone else up. He had lots of practice walking around at night, nearly blending in with his surroundings. That was a lot harder to do in the house of course, but it was still something he prided himself on. He smirked as he walked into the kitchen, and turned back towards the runt.
It was almost interesting, how he didn't seem to be phased by the fact that Peter approached him. Peter would've thought he would've had to nick the snacks intsead of being offered them. Growing up like he had, he had no qualms about accepting food from anyone, though sometimes he'd kick up a fuss if he felt like it. Right now, it was late, and he had the munchies. He wasn't going to question it too much.
"So what're we starting with? If you ask me, which you should, I'd start with the pancakes and work our way down. Make it like a real meal. A sugary mess of a meal." He smirked and leaned on the table as he talked.