To someone else the descriptor of simple might be met with offence or indignation, but you simple nod in understanding and agreement. Oia is simple, moreso than him, driven by instinct and curiosity without the burden of insecurity or doubt. You love it about her; even now it makes you smile just to think about your twin.
Closing your eyes to invite the mushrooms once more into being, you answer his question quietly. "It's what I call Rae. Since they're like a Da an a Ma. Though Oia says that's not really accurate, but..." shrugging lightly, you let your eyes flutter open, a pensive look once again on your face. The value you put on familial bonds is higher than it should be, but it's your human side coming out.
Turning back to Peter, you raise a hand up to gently remove a daisy that has sprouted from your curls. "Do... D'ya have any family here?" Gently you place the flower on the ground, coaxing it off your hand with the tender patience and wonder if a child.
