She's had such a lot of practice, though.

[ Peter can't be bothered teaching her time and again. He shrugs, stabbing an apple with his dagger and slicing it up, popping bits into his mouth to talk as he chews. ]

I lived with an old stork called Soloman in Kensington Gardens, the birds were my friends before I flew away. Soloman said I am a Betwixt-and-Between, neither bird nor boy but both. I am myself, first and foremost; Peter Pan of Neverland.