"It was with Liz, here," he says. "Right after my friend Sora and I made the fireworks outside. We ended up in a web hammock in my room and it just kinda happened."

Peter smiles to himself. He doesn't feel embarrassed talking about his first kiss with Liz; he feels embarrassed taking such obvious pleasure in even just that one memory.

"And it was great, really great."

It really was.

"It's got to be uncomfortable fighting your girlfriend's dad, though," Peter says. "It was for me, anyway."