[ Peter can't help brightening up a bit as she does — pleased that she seems fond of the idea. Not just for the fact she likes something he suggested but also for the fact it really would be nice. He can't imagine being away from an entire home world. It must be so... lonely for her, another layer of distance in this place. Luna's having to learn extra things here, having to adjust and get used to them, and while she learns quickly and adjusts well, that doesn't mean it's not difficult for her. He's glad things from her home showed up here.
(And the fact she doesn't question his ear problems further is very much appreciated..... He's totally fine! Honest! Just dealing with some #TeenageStruggles over here.)
Peter listens, his own brows lifting a bit as she explains that the coin is a type of currency. It really shouldn't be surprising, but somehow he never thought about the fact that witches and wizards might use different money.... so he's just kind of staring at the thing in obvious interest, though Luna's words draw the boy's eyes from the coin and back to hers.
The thought of Luna having to learn defensive spells against dark magic is... unpleasant. Perhaps it quietly shows in Peter's face, something there that's a mix of fearful and worried, mouth easing into a soft frown. One that's further tugging as she mentions it was "like having friends." Oh. Peter swallows softly, staying quiet as he listens, but he's drawn even nearer, arm gently brushing against hers, as though a silent comfort.
Tilting his head down slightly to see the coin as she holds it up, his eyes grazing over the lengthy number. He sees the way her face looks, the question voiced softly. ]
Does this number.... mean something in particular? Or has it... changed since the last time you saw it?
[ To something with a meaning she wouldn't recognise, maybe. He has no idea if the thing works here, in this strange dreamscape — if the coin could still change. Is it still a link to her world, or a dead end now? It's a weird thought either way, he realises. He understands that receiving things from home can be.... bittersweet. He only recently even takes out his guitar, touches his keyboard. Charlie's notebook.... still stays under his bed. ]
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(And the fact she doesn't question his ear problems further is very much appreciated..... He's totally fine! Honest! Just dealing with some #TeenageStruggles over here.)
Peter listens, his own brows lifting a bit as she explains that the coin is a type of currency. It really shouldn't be surprising, but somehow he never thought about the fact that witches and wizards might use different money.... so he's just kind of staring at the thing in obvious interest, though Luna's words draw the boy's eyes from the coin and back to hers.
The thought of Luna having to learn defensive spells against dark magic is... unpleasant. Perhaps it quietly shows in Peter's face, something there that's a mix of fearful and worried, mouth easing into a soft frown. One that's further tugging as she mentions it was "like having friends." Oh. Peter swallows softly, staying quiet as he listens, but he's drawn even nearer, arm gently brushing against hers, as though a silent comfort.
Tilting his head down slightly to see the coin as she holds it up, his eyes grazing over the lengthy number. He sees the way her face looks, the question voiced softly. ]
Does this number.... mean something in particular? Or has it... changed since the last time you saw it?
[ To something with a meaning she wouldn't recognise, maybe. He has no idea if the thing works here, in this strange dreamscape — if the coin could still change. Is it still a link to her world, or a dead end now? It's a weird thought either way, he realises. He understands that receiving things from home can be.... bittersweet. He only recently even takes out his guitar, touches his keyboard. Charlie's notebook.... still stays under his bed. ]