Wendy: Peter, let me go keep an eye on the pirates.
Peter: No way, it's dangerous.
Wendy: I can handle the situation.
Peter: I know, it's just... I need you here at the camp.
Wendy: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're worried about me.
Peter: Pff, you flatter yourself, Pet.
Wendy: Okay, then let me go. I can fight and I will in case it will be necessary.
Peter: Goddamn, you're such a pain in the ass. I'm coming with you, then.
Wendy: I flatter myself, uhm? *smirking at him*
Peter: *rolling his eyes with a smile* Let's go, Pet.
