It's probably too late to deny it, he took her too much by surprise. She had stumbled. How long had he known?

He's not mad? He's not going to tell anyone? Maybe. People here are weird. Mami hadn't told a soul about what she had seen in her memories, at least no soul that had confronted her. She had kept that promise, and she had known Mami not very well at all back then.

She knows Peter. Does she trust him?

Perhaps. Yes. He hasn't told anyone so far. But...

But it's Peter and his mouth is bigger than a frog's. He can't even help it, he just opens it and words spill out.

She leaned forwards, until her face was only an inch away from his and made sure to look into his eyes.

"If you do be telling anybody you will be wishing you did be being born without a tongue." Her voice was quiet, serious, cold. A peak at a side of her she had had no reason to show anyone since she had arrived on the train.

A heartbeat, two. Then she turned and hopped down off the hammock, flashing him her sweetest 'little girl' smile.

"Be enjoying your game, Peter."