"You have?" Megan's eyes grew to the size of saucers at the thought of that. She'd spent so much time being the odd man out that she couldn't really comprehend something weirder than outside the pages of a fantasy book. "What sort of stuff?"
"Well," he considered it as he took a seat on the floor- a seat that was good as any other for the moment. Peter wasn't altogether sure if moving too much would make the unicorn come back, but he didn't want to chance it. "There is this one guy a sort of friend used to date. He's blue, has a tail. I think a pointed tail. Three fingers, yellow eyes, sort of looks like a smurf to me. I think he's currently the winner of the weirder ones."