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?
"It is only fair," Peter says bitterly.
"Fair to whom?"
"Good question! I am certain I don't remember signing any agreement. Not that I'd expect anything better if I had. I sure hope my hometown is prospering because of the little trade."
"Prospering? ...are you part of some changeling agreement or something?"
"Yup. Granted, I actually don't think the place got the privilege of raising a fairy child of their own."
"Fairy? Of course it's fairies, couldn't be anything else," she sighs. "- you're also awfully trusting of a one-eyed stranger."
"I'm kinda curious what your deal is and it's not like I have many mostly-human folks I can talk about it with."
She laughs. "What my deal is? I like helping people, that's my deal."
"Yeah. With fair folk things are never just something."
"Says Peter Darling. Met many flying boys lately?"
"Oh, you caught the reference. Well, for certain definitions of 'boys', the answer is yes. But how about you? Do you have a story?"
"Perhaps, but that I'm not sure I should share."
"Whatever." They have reached the park and Peter starts circling around. "Are you planning on following me? I wouldn't recommend it."
"Yeah, not without an invitation. Do you only leave for errands?"
"No, as long I don't, like, try to run away or stay too late."
"How late is too late?"
"It used to be 'when the last rays of sunlight touch the leaves of the mighty oak' but I talked them up to midnight like fucking Cinderella. It did wonders for my social life."
She looks at the sun. "When are you free today?"
"Possibly in about... thirty minutes maybe one hour."
"I'll be sitting on that bench over there," she says, pointing.
"Cool, see you later then." He winks.
She grins but doesn't wink because honestly with the eyepatch that's the same as blinking.
Half an hour later she's there, waiting.
And forty four minutes later here is a sudden not-so-lost-boy! ...In a very nice tuxedo and holding a large bouquet. "Hi, the suit wasn't my idea."
"- whose idea was it?"