Getting To Know You

"Where do you live?", Wendy asks. "Second to the right and straight on till morning", Peter says. Wendy walks towards him. "Is that where they send the letters?", Wendy asks. "Don't get any letters", Peter says. "But your mother gets letters", Wendy says. "Don't have a mother.", Peter says. Wendy looks at him with sad eyes. "No wonder you were crying", Wendy says. "I wasn't crying about mothers. I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick.", Peter says. He sits down on the floor grabbing his shadow. "And I wasn't crying", Peter says. Wendy kneels down on the floor with him. Peter is trying to wrap his shadow around his ankle. Wendy laughs. "I can sew it on", Wendy says. Peters shadow grabs him around the neck pulling him up against Wendys bed. Wendy gets up and goes out into the hall to get the needle and thread from the drawer with Tink still inside. When Wendy opens it and gets what she needs then closes it, a jar smacks into Tink. Wendy comes back in the room and sits down. "This may hurt a little", Wendy says. When she holds up the needle Peters shadow puts its hand on his shoulder and Peter holds it there. Tink moves a jewlery box out of her way so she could see out the keyhole in the drawer. She hears Peter groaning and puts both fingers in her ears. "Might I borrow your knife", Wendy says. Peter looks at her unsure but hands her the knife. As she cuts the thread Tink covers then uncovers her eyes. "Thank you", Wendy says. Tink mimics her getting angrier by the second. Peter swings his feet forward so his shadow shows up on the wall. Peter does a few movements to get his shadow back into his control. He smiles once he finally has it balanced. "Oh the cleverness of me", Peter says. "Of course, I did nothing", Wendy says. " Ehhh, you did a little", Peter says. "A little", Wendy says. She gets up off the floor and plops back on her bed. "Good night", Wendy says. She pulls the covers over her head. Peter walks over and gets on top of Wendys bed. "Wendy. One girl is worth more then twenty boys", Peter says. "You really think so?", Wendy asks. "I live with boys. The lost boys. They are well named.", Peter says. "Who are they?",Wendy asks. She pushes the covers off of her and Peter falls to the floor, but he quickly gets up. "They are children who fall out of their prams when the nurse is not looking. If they are not claimed in seven days, they are sent to the Neverland", Peter says. "Are there girls too?", Wendy asks. Peter bends down into the heart shaped hole at the foot of her bed. "Girls are much to clever to fall out of their prams", Peter says. "Peter it is absolutely lovely the way you talk about girls", Wendy says. Peter smiles. "I should like to give you...a...kiss", Wendy says. Peter stands up and holds out his hand. "Don't you know what a kiss is?", Wendy asks. "I shall know when you give me one", Peter says. Wendy smiles and pulls out a thimble and places it in his hand. He looks at it confused. Then he sniffs it. Then he looks up at her and smiles. "I suppose I'm to give you one now", Peter says. "If you like", Wendy says. She closes her eyes and turns her cheek towards him. He looks around himself and finds a nut on his leaf outfit. He held it in front of her face but her eyes were still closed. "Ahhemmm", Peter says. Wendy opens her eyes and takes the nut from his hands. "Thank you", Wendy says. She runs to her dresser and gets a chain for the 'kiss' he gave her. "How old are you Peter?",Wendy asks. "Quite young", Peter says. "Don't you know", Wendy asks. "I ran away", Peter says. He was messing around with the doll house touching the bed with the sleeping baby. "One night I heard my parents talking of what I was to be when I became a man. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and met Tink", Peter says. As he says this a jack-in-the-box pirate with a sword came out and Peter grabbed his own. "Tink?", Wendy asks. "Tinkerbell. She's my fairy.", Peter says. "But there's no such thing as-", Wendy starts to say. Peter covers her mouth. "Don't say that. Everytime someone says that a fairy somewhere falls down dead. And I shall never find her if she's dead", Peter says.