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Who: Peter, Aunt May, and open!
What: Peter's hanging out with his Aunt and introducing her to everyone he knows.
When: Day Sixteen
Where: Kitchen/dining car

Peter's probably talked nonstop over the past hour about everything on the train and other stuff too. He's so happy to have his aunt back he doesn't even care about the fact he's in so much trouble. He can live with that. Probably. Until he gets bored anyways. But right now who cares?

"-And then we went to this Mountain where this lady-uh Albany and her kids ran this Inn. It was really nice and I taught the kids how to play the floor is lava and uh freeze tag and stuff. That was fun and their mom made like really bomb pancakes and the best lemonade ever-I mean I know I'm not supposed to drink it and all but ohmygod Aunt May it was the best! Like oh my god, I could never give that up." He rambles from where he's leaning against one of the walls.

"-it was a really weird world though. We were there to pick flowers and herd these bat like things called Dralite-they were really cute, by the way, anyways-we had to like also get rid of this giant gorilla-I'm pretty Mr Stark just like.. shot a repulsor beam at it and pretty much just yote it right off the cliff and like-Mission accomplished. But the goats bit! I tried to move them and one bit me on the stomach and oh my god that sucked." He explains in an energetic way that only he can really manage. "But it's okay-I mean I healed up just fine-not even a scar." He lifts up his shirt to show her no traces of the bit in case she was worried.

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Something amazing about being read to? She wasn't sure, but she can't remember a time when she couldn't read and so she couldn't actually remember ever being read to. Sometimes they would read to each other. But she's not thinking about that. It was getting easier. To put all the memories she didn't want away and concentrate on just the present.

It sort of helped that she was on a train hurtling through a multicoloured void with weird people from worlds far flung from hers. It gave the whole experience distance from her life before.

"If you do be wanting to be reading to us I will be listening, miss Parker." She's pretty sure 'aunt' is a word you can only use if you are some sort of family. Peter calls Tony 'mister Stark' so an honorific and the second name seemed how it worked on their world.

"Yeah, 'cause you can just listen. And it's nice." Peter agrees before sliding the 'Princess Bride' over to May. "I know, me stop talking long enough to listen to a story? It's more likely than you might think!" He pauses a moment and then considers the idea that he needs to stop talking in memes to Buttercup. Whatever. He settles into his seat next to May and then pats the space left next to him.

"Hop up here, we can listen together."

May smiles as she watches him interact with Buttercup. It made her whistful. Taking the book, she opened it to the beginning and started to read.

She didn't believe him, there was no way Peter could keep quiet enough to listen to a whole story. Most the time he didn't keep quiet enough to even breathe. But she moved to the space he had indicated and sat down, turning slightly so she could see both of them.

May starts reading and she listened, she knew that it was not going to be an easy story. If it came from Peter's world then it would be full of strange concepts, cities with lights so bright they drowned out the stars, cars and gravity magic.

So she listened carefully, to try and understand everything that was being said.

But Peter is quiet. He's settled in to listen, happy to hear May's voice again as she reads through the story. He glances over at Buttercup once or twice to see how she's doing or if they need to pause to explain something to her. Once they get to the main part of the story though, it shouldn't be problem. Anything that takes place in Chicago however, might giver her pause.

May watches the two of them as she reads, glad that they seem to be enjoying themselves. It was easy to get lost in this story. Peter wasn't someone she read to much these days, as he grew older he wanted it less but it was still something she found nice to do. She watched Buttercup carefully, to see if she was taking it in and it seemed the young girl was paying attention but she hoped it wasn't too difficult for her.

The concepts were a bit tricky but not really any more than listening to Peter normally. Less so actually because this story stayed in one place and didn't jump around talking about six different things all at the same time.

She understands that Chicago is a city and it is in the same world as Peter. That world was strange but she can understand the story at least.

Peter keeps glancing over at Buttercup to see how she’s liking the story. Eventually though, he lets out a yawn and sinks further into the seat to lean against May, listening as she reads.

It’s so nice to hear her voice again. It’s a comfort he didn’t even realize how much he missed. His eyes drift closed and he briefly thinks about how he didn’t get much sleep the previous night.

May finishes the chapter then closes the book softly as she notices that Peter is drifting off. "Do you want me to keep reading?" she asks the two of them. "We can always continue at a later time if you need to sleep or do something else?"

She's not sure how Peter can be sleepy but perhaps it is easier to follow if he understands everything and has heard it before.

She, on the other hand, is listening like she will be tested on it later. She might be. She's not sure.

She blinked when May paused. She's alright but it does seem like Peter wants to sleep. She watches him silently. He is the one who should answer.