[ There are few things in the world that Peter enjoys more than candy, and after such a stressful few months in the hotel, he's pleased to see the breakfast tables littered with chocolates and sweets (what he would give for a chocolate frog right now, though), and perhaps misses much of the healthier, more substantive meal options because he can't stop prodding through the piles of candy and selecting his favorites.

He may well be taking far more than he should, if only to take some back to his rooms later, but when he finally sits down to eat, he has some bacon, a piece of toast and a shamefully high pile of candy on his place. ]

[ As if the candy for breakfast hadn't be a treat enough, Peter has merrily joined in the task of searching for eggs. Given the option to sit in his room and ruminate on the complete absurdity of this place, or partake in the welcome distraction.

He's not entirely looking at where he's going though, as he crouches, peering about for the brightly colored eggs. Not always the most observant, he very nearly falls right over someone, tripping and staggering until he catches himself against the wall, a few of his eggs dropping out of his basket. ] A-ah, sorry! I was -- er -- I mean -- are you... okay? [ He probably should be more careful, as he's heard new voices around, whispers of new arrivals yet again, and of course that only means that all of these good things are likely going to end soon. ]