It's an extremely cold December afternoon, and the girl with an eyepatch is very grateful for the warmth of Starbucks. What she's not very grateful for is the huge queue. Why is there a huge queue?
"Well, did I say that I learned things with the fae? The thing is that they are not human and... let's say I know how to bridge the gap between their skills and human needs."
"I am more than glad to give you a practical demonstration," Peter says leaning closer.
Yeah, Peter doesn't need an ego boost.
(He does need to get her somewhere with privacy.)
After enough flirting and token coyness she's glad to be led somewhere. The other fairies have long since shifted from affront to cheering, which causes her to blush again every now and then. A couple of the fairies who got naked to flirt with her are making out and that is too much for her poor brain—she very resolutely only peeks at them a little when she thinks no one will notice.
...Which melts away when the door closes. He checks if things are truly privative and then turns to her. "I am sorry, but... humans need to be careful around fairies."
"Fairies are not little creatures of the forest. For example: if you had accepted one's request for a dance they could've forced you to dance nonstop until dawn."
"Yeah. I basically had to..." he waves vaguely, "do something that wouldn't end up with them mad at both of us."