You don't need an uncle either. Grown-ups aren't to be trusted.

[ Peter shrugs as he sits on the edge of the table, playing with his dagger. ]

I suppose so. For a long time, anyway. [ Not always, no, but he doesn't want anyone to know about his first home with the birds on that little island, about being so upset he couldn't fly for so long. ] You could fly too if the fairies here had any pixie dust, but they don't.