[And down below, after having sat off to the side and listened to his talking with the younger boys, is one Wednesday Addams. She's contentedly working on piecing together something, which eventually will be a makeshift crossbow. It's her favorite sort of weapon, and she feels a little naked without having one here.

Especially in a situation like this, where there's boys that are loud and boisterous like Pugsley. It makes her happy, in a bittersweet sort of way. Her parents aren't here, and neither is her brother, and she needs someone to play with. And it looks like that someone is going to be Peter for now, although she probably has no real intention of harming him.

Maybe.]

You know what they say about things that go up, don't you?

[With a smirk, the little girl moves to stand up, taking aim with her decently made play crossbow.]

Just like Icarus, they're always destined to come down.

[If Wednesday Addams had bothered actually trying to make friends at any point in the public school her parents forced her to attend, she would know this wasn't the best way to go about saying hello to someone new. But since she's an Addams, and she's the image of her mother with the impish mind of her father, this is how she attempts to play. I AM SO SORRY PETER.]