Peter has a tendency to look utterly comfortable in his surroundings, and today is no different. He sits on a log with his legs splayed wide and casual, affording plenty of room for the goat grazing just beyond his knees. Said goat is also deeply appreciating the scritches Peter's seen fit to offer it, apparently treating it more like a dog than anything.

He flashes an equally comfortable-looking smile to the newcomer who deigns to interrupt his barnyard conversation, subdued yet mirthful little quirk to his lips.

"Oh, for sure. I'm not sure if I should tell you, though. It's some really personal stuff here, I don't want a reputation for gossiping."