"Where on the East Coast?" Peter asks, looking over at her as he lifts up a hand to adjust his glasses a bit. His leg is perched beside him as he leans against the chair a bit.

She'll get there one day. The East Coast is a great place to go in general, but he might be biased. As much as he hates New York City sometimes, he also loves it. It's home. There's not another city like it though Chicago is becoming its own home.