[Dang, cute and can understand her jokes? Sign me up! It's probably a good thing Peter's not telepathic or he'd also have problems with too loud thoughts. The grin on her face isn't all that subtle, though.]

Oh, [she starts, raising one hand to shoot a single 'fingergun' motion toward the boy, right eye closed in a wink.] I'll be sure not to fracture any eardrums.

['Shops.' He's just said the magic word.

Jubilee has no idea if any of her money made it or what sort of things they accept as currency in this world, but if she can get her hands on something a little more dry, it wouldn't go unappreciated.

The stag simply continues to trail behind, attention solely focused ahead of them, until Peter decides to look back, too. He meets his gaze, blinks once, twice, then very deliberately averts its eyes skyward to the rain. Still watching, but less diligently now.]

I'd like that. Maybe I can find something a little less wet once we're there.