Janine's eyes widened. "You're -serious-?"
"As a proton pack on overload," Peter nodded.
"How do -you- know?"
He shrugged. "You find out a lot -- a whole lot -- about the people you live with."
"Hmmm," she looked thoughtful. "It always seems to be the thin ones --"
"Peter?" Egon's voice boomed in the doorway. "What did you -- Oh. Hello, Janine."
"Hi, Egon." she stood to exit. As she passed the physicist, her gaze slid low; a sly smile on her lips.
The blond frowned. "Was I intruding?"
"Nope," Peter grinned. "We were just discussing nicknames . . . and how you got yours -- Big Guy."
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