Dinner wasn't terribly long ago, so Peter doesn't pay the food much attention. After such a long and interesting night, though, any alcohol left out does get a long stare of consideration. The human does walk over to one of the chairs, but ultimately decides that the kitsune might not wanting him sitting on it in his undressed state. Wait, undressed... Shit! His equipment is still outside, likely getting picked through by the surprisingly efficient trackers he'd just escaped. All he can manage is a frustrated sigh and a few mumbled curses as it occurs to him that he's even worse off than he started. The hunter is left with nothing to do but wait on his feet until somebody comes to see him.