It's the swinging of the antenna that attracts Peter's hand to them; with a single hand, he runs his fingers down the wiry length of the antenna. It really was cute.

"Yeah," he says, finally. "That didn't even occur to me." And it's true. Probably because the aliens he's seen here look radically different from the stereotypical aliens that adorn almost every part of Liz's outfit.

"I still think it's cute," he says. "I'm glad you weren't too embarrassed to show me."

He smiles, then lightly kicks his legs a few times in the water. "I haven't found mine yet. I just thought I'd take a break from looking for awhile."

Peter was starting to get frustrated.