[ Peter's all set to try and dodge, but there's ... no need. Oh. He wrinkles his nose at the butter-knife, flies up and yanks out the arrow, soaring back down to land on the table in front of her.

He offers it back and says frankly, ] I can't fight you if you don't have a real blade that won't cut anything, it wouldn't be fair or gentlemanly. Here you are.

[ A butter knife, really. That's not going to wound anyone!! ]

Maybe you could get some more arrows, too.