It might be late at night, but honestly at this point Peter couldn't even tell anymore. Not only was it a lot harder to tell what time of day it was at the North Pole (months of daylight and months of darkness will do that), he was also frequently stealing snow globes to patrol various cities around the world, all of which were running on different timezones. It was enough to do his head in, really.

Right now though, when he'd just finished one long patrol, sleep would be awesome. Yeah. Lots of sleep. With fluffy pillows. And five layers of bedsheets. And...

...Peter saw a flash of Sandy, as she ducked off into the kitchen. And he knew he needed to talk to her - so he put aside all those thoughts of glorious, glorious sleep, and followed her.

"Hey," he said, in the eloquent language of teenagers everywhere. "If you're up in the middle of the night to steal cookies, leave one for me."