[He chuckles, but there's something sheepish to it — guilty, even.]

Depends on how much money I've got in my pockets.

[It's a tough gig, one that doesn't provide a very broke high school dropout even a cent for the work. Peter wouldn't have it any other way, because being paid to save people never really sat right with him anyways, but... boy, it sure does make someone hungry at night. Now that he's got an apartment and a job lined up when he returns home, he sleeps a little easier. Metaphorically speaking.]

But that family works hard for their money, and the food's good. I wanna pay.

... And maybe pet the cat.