Peter was glad he’d been so cautious, now that he was closer, and she was speaking to him. She reminded him of people he’d worked for in the past, so long ago now it nearly felt like a dream, or maybe a nightmare. ”Peter. I’m Peter.” His name fell from his mouth quickly, the only part of her words that he could respond to without thought. ”Who are you?”
A basket? Peters brows pinched together as he looked at the tangle of grasses she’d thrown between them. It could be the beginning of a basket, albeit a very large, loose one. ”You’re not...” He stopped himself before he said something stupidly rude and started again. ”I can... show you how to make a basket.”
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
