It's okay, they don't actually.... mean anything to me. You could get better use out of them than me. ( Peter admits — honestly, albeit with a dose of fresh awkwardness as he looks back down to the gold. Once again, he's struck by that odd sensation that he's supposed to give it to people. That it feels right to.

In exchange for something of worth. In this case.... some mushrooms. )

I uh, I can send my Omen thingie over to you with them, if you want me to. Or— I can meet you somewhere, sometime. Since my Omen's kind of... creepy. He's a snake...

( Which... well, this guy might not actually mind reptiles... Regardless, Peter'll handle this exchange however the other wants to, whenever he wants to. He doesn't want to make him more nervous. )