Peter quiets, and the next time that he swallows the tea Peter makes no face at all as if schooling his own reaction. He can't imagine what it must have been like to grow up during that time, to have to learn how to deal without.

"So you did turn into steal as you grew up, because you had to, because you learned to."

It's said softly from his spot, and he sips more of the tea.

"I never went through anything like that. I was just always poor."

So he knows a little about having to make do with what one has.