[May isn't entirely convinced, but Peter manages to distract her by placing a hand on her arm.]

See, it's okay. I'll sit down though. I kind of got soup'd today, so, sitting is good. [Soup'd is now a verb. It is also a good distraction. May releases a breath, irritation rising to the surface as she herds Peter towards the nearest seat. Peter accepts his fate.]

I still cannot believe someone threw soup at you! People were throwing garbage that missed. What is wrong with people!? All you do is help them! Now you're being accused of murder by that rag. Its yellow journalism at its finest!

We'll figure it out, May. [Peter does smile a little at May's impassioned rant, stealing a glance at Leo.]