[Is the story going anywhere? Certainly Rip can't say at first, not when Peter begins to veer off course in order to detail his disappointment and heartbreak at the girl's apparently cruel spite when it came to larb.
Oh, but then there comes a pun. It's--oddly endearing and irritating all at once, and Rip looks the boy over once more.]
You did say your name was Peter, correct? [Not Raymond Palmer, although Rip wouldn't be surprised to learn there was some manner of relation. He turns back to his work--the previously abandoned bandages--but continues on with his inquiries.] The black stuff. Salty and potent, like something's been left out to go foul?
[Or so he's heard from those who rather hate the stuff. But if Peggy doesn't--well. It's just the sort of thing Rip thinks he'd do well to know about in the future.]
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Oh, but then there comes a pun. It's--oddly endearing and irritating all at once, and Rip looks the boy over once more.]
You did say your name was Peter, correct? [Not Raymond Palmer, although Rip wouldn't be surprised to learn there was some manner of relation. He turns back to his work--the previously abandoned bandages--but continues on with his inquiries.] The black stuff. Salty and potent, like something's been left out to go foul?
[Or so he's heard from those who rather hate the stuff. But if Peggy doesn't--well. It's just the sort of thing Rip thinks he'd do well to know about in the future.]