Pondering in District Ten...

Peter grinned foolishly, taking her hand and getting up.
"Peter!" Peter stiffened.
"Oh... My... God..." He whispered, turning and coming face-to-face with his father.
"Walter... What are you doing here?" Peter asked slowly, still gripping Dinah's hand, though probably with a bit more force than necessary.
"Well, I couldn't find you." The older man said seriously.
"Where did you get a train ticket to get here?" Peter asked, still reeling. "Does Hannah know you're here? You don't have a coat!" Peter grew more and more distressed.
Walter largely ignored is slightly panicking son, and turned to Dinah. "Why, hello my dear! I'm Dr. Walter Bishop, it's wonderful to meet you." He smiled.
Peter groaned, then finally released Dinah's hand, took off his coat, and threw it to Walter. He buried his hands under his armpits, now just wearing a black turtle neck and black pants.
"But this is yours." Walter said, confused.
"Yeah, but you don't have one." Peter snapped. Then he sighed and muttered about having to "sleep on the hotel couch now".
Walter turned to Dinah, smiling. "Would you like to procure some onion soup with Peter and I, my dear? I'm sure Peter wouldn't mind; he seems to like you a great deal." Peter didn't hear that, and continued to be deep in his thoughts, chewing on his thumbnail.

"Peter?" Walter prompted.
"Hm?' Peter muttered, still chewing his thumbnail to pieces.
"Would it be okay if your lady friend came with us to get some onion soup?" Walter asked gently.
"Onion soup?" Peter asked blankly.
"Yes. Soup of the onion variety." Walter said dryly. Peter's eyes narrowed, then sighed, his breath coming out in a puff of mist.
"Fine. Just... get me someplace warm please." Peter asked Dinah. "Oh, her name's Dinah, Walter."
"Of course. I won't forget it!" Walter promised.
"He'll forget it," Peter warned her seriously.

"Wow. A lot of coats." Peter said, slipping them on as they walked to the train station. "I thought I saw a cafe by my hotel-"
"Peter, why did you come here?" Walter cut in.
"I told you! You were staying at Hannah's while I took a vacation!" Peter said, startled.
"Here? Why not the Capitol? Lots of interesting people there." Walter suggested.
"Buncha creepy people." Peter snapped, giving Dinah a See what I have to deal with? look.
Walter smiled. "Not as creepy as you might think, all things considered." He said pleasantly.
"They've got weird accents." Peter said.
"They do."
They watched the train pull in, and Peter climbed in. Walter stopped, and turned to Dinah.
"Are you in or out, my dear?"

"Splendid!" Walter said happily. "Wonderful to have you with us, Delilah!"
"Her name's Dinah." Peter sighed.
"Oh. I apologize." Walter said graciously. Peter rolled his eyes.
"Get used to it," he warned. "I half expect him to forget my name at some point."
"I'd never!" Walter protested. Then he seemed to loose interest, staring outside the window of the train.

Peter yawned.
"Can I sleep? I didn't get a lot of sleep." Peter muttered. Without waiting for an answer, he slouched in his seat, flung his wrist over his eyes, and slept.
Walter chuckled, and turned to Dinah.
"So, Diana. How did you meet my son?"

"Ah, yes. Peter's rather like that." Walter said wistfully. "Makes friends everywhere..." He sighed. "Remarkable."
"Though I'm surprised. A young lady like you getting a job?" He looked confused.
"Technically, my son doesn't have a job. We live in District Five, so we're.... fairly self-sufficient." He sighed. "Though I suppose taking care of me, Chick, Hannah, Sparrow and Gene is a full-time job for anyone, isn't it, Dinner?"