The sun was beginning to set. Peter looked at the sun and frowned. She went back on her promise. He flew up towards the sky, right when Winter appeared. He stopped. She flew up to him.

"You're late." Peter said.

"I had to say goodbye to everyone. Especially my father and brother." Winter replied.

"You talked to Rumpel?" Peter asked surprised.

"Yes. And my brother's name by the way is Bae." Winter answered.

"Whatever, come on. Dinner is going to be served and I'm not going to be late." Peter said.

He grabbed her wrist and they landed in the clearing where a burnt boar was cut up into different sections. The lost boys sat surrounding the fire. Two empty spots were waiting for them.

Peter grabbed a plate and handed it to her. She took it and grabbed one of the sections. Peter grabbed a plate and did the same. They then went over to the empty spots and sat down.

"Peter, where's Henry?" Devin asked.

"We didn't need him." Peter answered, as he ate.

"Then why is she here?" Another boy asked.

"She agreed to take his place instead." Peter answered.

"And I hope that the fact that I can hunt and cook appeals to you. I don't know how you can eat things burnt." Winter said, shaking her head.

Peter glanced at her. Winter smirked back.

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Peter played his pipes and the boys sat and listened. Winter began waving her hands. The fire took the shape of a woman. The woman danced to Peter's music. Peter noticed and smiled.

"Instead of making the fire dance, why don't you dance?" Peter asked.

"Alright." Winter said shrugging.

She got up and Peter continued playing his pipes, playing what sounded like something you would play on your way to war. Winter began to dance.

Winter slowly backed into the fire. The boys gasped. Peter only narrowed his eyes. And then, using the fire to her advantage she danced among the flames. And as the beat quickened, Winter danced faster. And as the song came to an end, the Winter made the fire became the head of a dragon. As the Dragon roared, the boys backed away.

Then, Winter went back to her seat as the fire returned to normal. Winter nearly collapsed onto the log.

"Impressive." Peter admitted.

Winter yawned.

"I think that's enough for today. Everyone off to bed!" Peter commanded.

The boys stood and went off to their tents. Peter started walking towards his own.

"Where will I sleep?" Winter asked.

"With me." Peter answered, motioning for her to follow.

She quickly ran over to him. He opened the tent flap for her. She went inside. Peter then came inside as well.

Peter laid down on a queen sized bed covered with furs. Winter stood there uncomfortably.

"Well? Lay down." Peter said.

Winter took her coat, hat, and belt off. She set them in the corner. Then sitting on the edge of the bed, she took her black combat boots off. She set her boots with the rest of her stuff in the corner.

Peter scooted to the other side, as she then laid down next to him. She went under the furs and laid her head on the pillow. She fell asleep quickly.

Peter, too, soon fell asleep.