[She's toying with his zipper before he has a chance to reply and for a moment he just wants to bask in that. It's so casual and normal just like her dusting him off. When his brain catches up he can't help but a deep laugh at her words.]

Oh don't worry about that. There's no one else but you -- and the baby of course.

[Now Peter is only a very fallible man and so he doesn't restrain the urge to bend down and pat at her abdomen. He's radiating love as he does, a dopey smile on his lips that only falters when something is dropped onto his head.

He blinks a time or two and then reaches upward for the hat on his head. It's a wide-brimmed straw hat not unlike what he'd imagine someone might wear to garden in back home. It's very rustic, clearly hand made and when Maya stifles a laugh he shoots her a quirked grin. There's amusement in his tone, though soft.]

Hey, at least my head won't get sunburned now.

[He straightens up then and gives Vale an appreciative nod of his head.]

Thanks for all of this.

[He means it. Sarah would definitely never give him a hat, his mother sure wouldn't and as for Y/N back in all those routes ...]