[ France and Isaac are new-except-not-new pieces of information that Peter spends a moment thinking about, without too much emotional investment. Separation, and someone else whom Chris perhaps considers family. The impulse is there (it doesn't ever actually leave) to make sure things don't go a certain way. He shrugs it off, though. There's no telling how long he'll be around, and it doesn't make any sense anyway.

He's out of sight while finding a place in the pantry for potatoes and onions, and his voice, floating back from around the door, has that same easy lack of real emotion. Talking about hypothetical things, to a person whose safety lies in their inevitable irrelevance, same as Chris. ]

I managed it. Don't really have a place in mind, though. I thought it might be nice to wander with someone, but. That hasn't worked out.

[ There is zero hint that he means Malia's mother and it's kind of questionable when they met anyway, and yet — it probably is her that he means. That hypothetical other universe where Peter and Corinne roadtrip it up is probably no better than this one, considering the potential chaos involved. Bad things would simply happen elsewhere.

Perpetrated by this fresh-faced, chipper young man who emerges from the pantry to check on what else needs to be put away? What a world. ]

At least in France it'd be like, illegal for you to live like this.