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Peter grinned, and ran a dirty hand through his messy hair.

"Well, James, we must hurry. No time to waste. Oh, and one more thing. We're going to have to get you," Peter broke off, and looked James up and down, "more suitable clothes."

James looked down at his expensive black suit, now smeared with dirt and grim. The white pinstripes were barely visible under the grass stains. James looked back at Peter and the Lost Boys, realizing how out of place he must have looked.

"Aye," James laughed, "and where might we get these clothes?"

"Follow me," Peter answered, beckoning James to follow him.

James followed Peter along a trail leading through the brush. A twig lashed against his face, causing blood to trickle from a newly made cut alongside his ivory complexion. James touched his face gingerly, and glanced at the red liquid that had come from his face. Shrugging, he wiped it off on his pants, and carried on.

Finally, Peter came to a halt in front of a large tree. His eyes twinkled, and he bent down, pushing on a knot protruding from a lower part of the tree. The wood disappeared, and a dark opening lay before him.

"Go on, James," Peter said politely, smirking.

"Right after you," James retorted, sensing something was not quite right.

Suddenly, James was pushed from behind, and losing his balance, stumbled forward and slid down the tunnel into the darkness. He landed with a thud on the hard earth.

"Ouch." His voice echoed into the darkness. "Peter?" James squinted, trying to made out where he was.

A woop came out of the darkness, and Peter slid down the tunnel, followed closely by the other boys.

"Welcome to our fort," Peter smiled, and with a wave of his hand, everything was lit. "Now, it's time for supper, I believe."

James got up, and bumped his head on the roof.

"Ow!" he yelped, rubbing the bump that was quickly forming.

"Oh, yes. I forgot about the roof. This place isn't really built for adults," Peter laughed, waving his hand for James to follow him.

James obediently followed Peter, making sure to bow his head all the while. One bump was quite enough. They arrived in the kitchen, or what seemed to be a kitchen, in James' opinion. The table was set with bowls, platters, glasses, and cutlery.

"Dinner is served," Peter announced, taking his seat at the head of the table.

James sat down to the right of him, and looked around. Surely the boys would be bringing in the food any minute. Instead, all the boys sat down, and watched Peter.

"Say grace," Peter commanded.

"GRACE!" the boys yelled, and then grabbed at the platters and bowls savagely. Once they had finished grabbing and arguing, they all began to pretend to eat. James sat there, awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Aren't you hungry?" inquired the young boy next to him.

"Umm, yes," James stuttered, not sure as how to answer, "but where's the food?"

The whole table fell silent, and every boy turned to stare at James, then at Peter. Peter wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, never taking his eyes off James. He was quiet for a moment, and then burst into a loud, raucous laughter. All the boys joined in, some of them were nearly crying! James nervously laughed, and when he looked back at the table, a large feast was spread before him! Chicken, roast, pies, cakes, it was a buffet made for a King! James grabbed the last drumstick before one of the boys could.

"Oye!" shouted Curly, the youngest of the boys. He grabbed a handful of pie and threw it at James. The pie splattered onto James face, and he slowly wiped the blueberry filling out of his eyes. The boys waited in silence to see his reaction. James burst out into laughter, grabbed the nearest pie, and threw it back at Curly. Curly's face was colored red from the strawberry pie. Within an instant, a full-fledged food fight was underway!

Later that night, while James was washing his face in the nearby creek, Peter approached him.

"See, James? You're still a boy in your heart. You believed hard enough that there was food, and it appeared before you. All you had to do was believe, James, just believe."