[His grin widens at Peter's delighted noise, upper half straightening again.] Did I choose okay?

[Kurt blinks lightly, a playful pout coming across his face at that comment. He draws a hand up from his side, pointing at the other brunet in a rather dramatic way.] I wouldn't get hurt on purpose for just ice cream.

[With a snicker, he shifts toward the chair, dropping down into it and crossing one leg over the other.] Like what? The fact that it might rain or something like me almost getting hit by a car on my way here?