Peter reaches for his bottled water, nodding furiously and uncaps it. After a few long swigs, he manages to clear his throat enough to give Liz a verbal answer.

"Yeah," he says, finally. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

He takes another sip of water, his cheeks still red with embarrassment. "If you," Peter says, hesitating. "If you wanted to, I think I'm ready."