[ A little bit more awake now, Peter fetches a chair for Gamora and one for himself, so they can sit together and he can sneak an arm around her waist. God, he needs coffee, but that can wait for now.

Peter watches the excited way in which Alice opened the present, a fond look in his eyes. He remembers being her age and waking up his mom in the same sort of boundless energy, impatient to see what the presents would be. ]

I'm sure we have some paper around but we will have to get you some more. That way you can draw all the things you want.