“Of course you didn’t, in what world would murder be the thing you have to work out with someone you love? Oh right, this world.” He lets out a frustrated noise because he normally would have waved this whole thing off. No big deal, it was fine. He was fine.

“This event is the worst. I need a drink- Wonderland giving people bad drinking habits since oh the beginning of time probably.” He needs to stop talking so he pulls out the bottle of bourbon he has stashed in his desk drawer (locked away from the youngins) and a glass before looking at Peter. “Want some?” Come on Pete let Wonderland make you an alcoholic too.