"Really? Because you were staring that hunk of pork down pretty good."

Peter just smiles up at him, somewhat apologetic. That's how it is sometimes, Tony; sometimes you gotta just ruin a perfectly good pig-themed dinner. He sits up a little more in his chair, pushing aside an essay on blah-blah-blah-fancy-science. "For the best, pal. You wouldn't want to do turning into a pig that wins 'best goatee' at the county fair."