[Peter takes note of the awkward and just...delicately extricates the can from his hands and sets it on the porch.] You're welcome.

[And then he has to continue being all Thor about it.]

Um.

I don't. [He checks the house over his shoulder as if surveying for a good spot to build a stable.] We don't, uh, really go to war in this neighbourhood. It's kind of gauche.

Look, there's a really swell lampshade she was eyeing up at the Pier 1. I can take you there tomorrow if you're that determined to do the gift thing.