(Spirits? If he were thinking about it more clearly, he might reason out that she's of course talking about alcohol, but Peter's first thought isβ )
Right...? They're so creepy...
( He thinks she means the skeletons... which he is fully assuming to be some kind of haunted bullshit going on in this clearly haunted house. Peter runs his unsteady hands over his face before casting glassy eyes back up to her. )
I think I'm okay. Just got kind of dizzy there... Thank you, though. ( Peter manages a little smile, grateful for the offer, before he catches sight of the dog down below β and brightens. Peter's 100% a Dog Person, and still nursing the wounds of losing his own dog from home, when he'd come to Trench. )
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Right...? They're so creepy...
( He thinks she means the skeletons... which he is fully assuming to be some kind of haunted bullshit going on in this clearly haunted house. Peter runs his unsteady hands over his face before casting glassy eyes back up to her. )
I think I'm okay. Just got kind of dizzy there... Thank you, though. ( Peter manages a little smile, grateful for the offer, before he catches sight of the dog down below β and brightens. Peter's 100% a Dog Person, and still nursing the wounds of losing his own dog from home, when he'd come to Trench. )
There's a dog...!
( ...She knows, Peter. )