3/??? Disney Colour Palette’s.
↳ Miss Bell.
I have. I’ve been acquainted with her and her family for years. She’s quite a nice young woman. Far too good for Peter.
Well, you’re clearly delusional.
Anyway, can I go please? I don’t know what the thing is that I’m supposed to know about, so…
I’m more certain that he’d tell you this before her. Do I sense a bit of hostility towards Miss Darling?
Uh, have you actually met her?
Because he tells you everything.
Doesn’t mean he told me this time, does it? Go ask the Wendy-bird, he’s been following her around like a fly around shit.
0 - Height:
Seriously? You had to bring up that one?
2 - Shoe Size:
5 and a half.
4 - Do you drink?
Sometimes, but I’m too lazy to deal with after effects.
8 - Want any tattoos?
I think I wanted a fairy when I was six, a giant Thor hammer on my arm when I was seven. Not any more though, I’d get bored of it too quickly.
16 - I’ll love you if:
You bring me milk and almond nougat and aren’t an asshole. Also, getting things from hi shelves is an automatic you’re a’ight pass.
32 - What words upset me the most?
No, you can’t have my milk.
I borrowed your hammer.
The family think you’re just not right for them but they hope someone will foster you soon.
Peter. He stole something of mine and I want it bace. I would assume you know where he put it.
Why would I know where it is?
Yes, now. It’s about that little pest of a friend of yours.
I have a few of those, you’re gonna have to me more specific.
Miss Bell, may I see you for a moment?
Like… now? Can it wait for another day in the very far away future?
You can’t tell me what to do, Tina. I don’t see you offering up your space for me to stay at! Wendy already said I could sleep in her room. She is the mother of The Lost Boys. It only makes sense that I were to be in her own room.
By the way, you might, get the codfish of a professor to talk to you later or some other day.
Of course I’m not offering, it’s my room. And you would have your own if you would just ask. I mean… there’s a tree house you could sleep in, but I’d have to kick you out of it every morning… And— Why would you want to sleep in her room anyway? You aren’t a baby, you don’t sleep in a crib and need constant attention.
Wha— Why? Why would he talk to me? I didn’t do anything this time.