Says who? I'm a saint. [In return he'll (very lightly) flick her shoulder, because he doesn't put up with such stuff and nonsense from no one.]

Why a beansprout? Where did you even get a beansprout, I mean... [Peter's nose wrinkles and he gingerly leans forward to inspect it.

And then equally as gingerly aborts the effort with a grunt of pain, and instead just scoots a little more upright to squint at it.]

It's not a deadly Macha beansprout is it?