Peter Pan & Savannah Levine
A kiss was a kiss, but Pan offered a shrug in response to her question. "It was alright. Almost caused a ship crash or two. Typical night really." It was rare Pan flew and didn't cause some kind of chaos when he did. He was easily bored after all, especially here.
"So-" Pan shifted forward and settled his hands on the edge of the table. "Shall we make predictions? How bad do you think my night will go? How bad do you think your night will go?" He wasn't in the mindset to consider it may not go horribly wrong for him. Pan was hardly any sort of Prince Charming. He was more likely to rub people the wrong way than to charm them.