As for Wendy, she rather liked the idea of being her own Wendy. So much so that she almost regretted correcting him.
“Well, when you put it that way …” she said.
Peter watched her for several long moments, waiting for her to finish, but she said nothing else.
“When I put it that way, then what?” he finally asked.
“Well, I mean I don’t mind it so much, now that I understand it,” she admitted. “If you want to call me the Wendy, that is.”