When Tiger Lily pulled off the beach, she scampered behind a craggy rock and turned. A small white figure was swimming toward Peter, with light brown waves of hair that floated behind her. The Indian narrowed her eyes. "Wendy." She spat. The London native had reached Peter and wrapped her arms around him, managing to yell and achieve breathlessness, "Oh, I missed you so! I had to come back!" He hugged her tightly and whirled her around, then set her a foot away so he could look at her. Tiger Lily peered suspiciously over the rock. She was pretty, petite, yet curvy, and the Indian noticed that Peter's eyes lingered on her chest a few extra seconds. Her own chest swelled with rage. He would never behave in this stupid way with her- that was something he'd learned with Wendy- "flirting", it was called. The two took hands and walked toward the beach together and Tiger Lily stood up and sat on the rock quickly, pretending she'd been in the open the entire time. Wendy narrowed her eyes at Tiger Lily and sized her up quickly, sneering. She leaned over and kissed Peter on the cheek, smirking at the small brunette and leading him away. Tiger Lily ripped a fruit off the tree and took aim, hurling it into the small of Wendy's back. When it hit, the girl collapsed on her knees from the impact, crying out as the fruit rolled away. She turned and glared murderously at Tiger Lily, who began to whistle and polish her dagger pointedly. Wendy stood and placed Peter's arm around her waist, leaving the Indian princess glaring in her direction. Peter, of course, was oblivious to any attention not directed at himself, and didn't notice the feud. Tiger Lily snuck through the woods and followed them closely, and Wendy opened the door of her old cottage, smiling at Peter. Her smile faded quickly. "Peter...there aren't any dresses." He looked puzzled. "Aren't you going to wear your nightgown?" She sighed loudly. "My father bought me many beautiful silk gowns in London. I became used to them for school- I must have silk!" Tiger Lily held back a giggle at this small tantrum. Peter said quietly, "We have silk worms here." Wendy shrieked, "That is beside the point!" Peter shook his head slowly. "Silk worms make silk." She continued to pace angrily and then stopped, looking up, perplexed. "Silk worms make silk?" He smacked his forehead and wondered aloud about her education. Tiger Lily thought he'd be fine and began to slip away when Wendy made a sort of pout and walked over to Peter. "I'm sorry, love. I just get so carried away sometimes." She looked at him intently and locked his arms around her waist, sliding her own ivory arms around his neck and putting her face less than an inch away from his. "Do you forgive me?" She whispered. He nodded quickly and Wendy asked him, "Would you like a grownup thimble? You don't have to grow up for it." Peter looked suspicious and she leaned forward slightly, pressing her lips against his and opening her mouth. Was she- she was! Oh, gag. Tiger Lily thought. She had her tongue in his mouth! To her satisfaction, the Indian saw him make a disgusted face and pull back. "That was not pleasant. Have you been kissing Nana? I do not want foreign tongues in my mouth." Peter barked, storming out and flying to the lagoon. Tiger Lily saw him kneel next to it and vomit, washing his mouth out with water and spitting. "How disgusting," he muttered.

((It's short, I know, more later...))