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beanstalks.”
    “He isn’t introverted,” Pete said. “He’s an amazing boy. He just doesn’t think too many people are good company.”
    “But he should take Marmalade out more,” Wendy said. “She doesn’t know anyone but him.”
    “I don’t think he is coming,” Wolfy agreed. “We had Rumpelstein here, two days ago.”
    “Whoa!” Peter raised his glass. “That’s weird. Why’d he come to such a place? No offense, Wolfy, but your place stinks. That’s why we love it,” Peter hailed.
    “What do you mean by that?” Wolfy wondered. “I have had many honorable visitors from the castle.”
    “All I have seen are goblins, more goblins, and then more goblins,” Wendy said.
    “They are bad, but they are a good customer,” Wolfy said.
    “That’s why you’re lucky Jack doesn’t come often. Goblins and Jack are simply fire and ice.”
    “Or werewolf and vampires,” Wendy stuck out her tongue at Wolfy.
    “I am not a werewolf,” Wolfy said. Peter shot him an eye. “Alright. I am, but I am trying not to be one. I am doing it for Ladle.”
    “Good luck with that,” Peter smirked. “That’s like me saying I decided I will grow up tomorrow and be a man. Do you have that yoyo thing you showed me the last time, by the way? I’d love to play with it again.”
    “Stop it, Pete,” Wolfy said. “Can’t you ever grow up?” he stuck out his tongue at him.
    Peter laughed hard at this, clapping his hands together.
    “Why are you laughing?” Wolfy raised an eyebrow.
    “I just remembered when Jack said that someone should write a book about us,” Peter said. “Imagine if someone writes a book about us loons. That would be a fun book to read. We’re the most horrible kids in the world.”
    “He said someone should write a book about him, not us,” Wolfy said.
    “How do you think Jack gets written about and we’re not mentioned?” Wendy commented. “Unless it’s just a book of lies.”
    Suddenly, the door sprang open. It was Jack. He came in holding Marmalade’s hand, and shaping his finger like a gun with the other.
    “Hands up, you filthy, stinky werewolves, vampires, and neverlanders!” Jack shouted, joking. “Or I will enchant you all into nasty, croaking frogs, and no matter how many princess kiss you, you will never be saved.”
    Peter laughed, seeing Jack. Wendy didn’t. They didn’t get along well. Jack thought of her as Peter’s biggest mistake.
    “Even your grandma will not be able to save you,” Jack added cheeringly.
    “What granma?” Wolfy cheered. “I eat granmas for breakfast!”
    Marmalade laughed. “Jack told me otherwise, Wolfy. He told me grandma was going to eat you, and she tied you up like a helpless sheep!” she giggled. Marmalade knew a lot about Wolfy’s secret pass that he hadn’t told anyone, even Ladle. When she was a Moongirl, she had seen him transform into a werewolf many times, but she preferred not to tell anyone.
    “That’s not true,” Wolfy hesitated, averting his eyes from the others.
    “ Is true…” Peter shot him another look. “We all know Ladle saved your ass. Hansel and Gretel told us.”
    “Speaking of them,” Jack acted as if puffing smoke out of his imaginary gun, then he adjusted his hat. “They are outside, and wanted to get in. Only that bodyguard of yours, Hunchy didn’t allow it.”
    “Of course, not,” Wolfy said. “They’re not sixteen yet. You’re not allowed to enter this bar if you’re under sixteen”
    “I am not sixteen, yet,” Wendy said.
    “You’re an exception because you come with Peter, “Wolfy said. “Peter is, and always will be, sixteen.”
    Marmalade lowered her head for a moment. She wondered if anyone would ask how old she was. Since her transformation, she assumed she was around sixteen because of her looks. When she was the moon, she always thought she was around this age too. She never really thought about it before, because she was immortal then.
    “I’ll be sixteen next summer,”