"It was unintentional entirely, sister." It's funny how their speech has changed, and sometimes Peter finds himself startled by how easily the old tongue flows into his words.

"A word game is hardly fit for a Queen and High King." Peter laughs softly and looks back over the view, a small flock of birds soaring up into the sky and diving back into the lush canopies.

"But I suppose I can indulge you. What sort of word game does the lady wish to play?" Another grin. Peter is in high spirits and feeling quite cheeky today.