Ariel craned her neck to watch his silly antics. She hadn’t had a good laugh in awhile. Down where it’s wetter, everything was princess do’s and don’ts. She didn’t get nearly enough time for fun. She would have thanked him for that, but she thought it might sound stupid to a boy like him. Clamping her lips shut, she felt him move closer to sit down on the rock. She was about to return her gaze to the sea when she saw his finger jam up his nose. After having a double-take at his expression, she burst out laughing. She had to cover her mouth to keep from sounding like an over joyous seal. Trying to hold it back caused her face to turn red.
“Ahhhhh!” She hunched over herself, hugging her stomach with both arms. “You- you look ridiculous! Ahahaha!”
When her laughter finally died down, she wiped away tears from her eyes. She hadn’t seen anything like that before. Even merboys were proper- at least most of them were. She hadn’t ever seen one cross their eyes like that. What an ugly display! It was funny!
“Ew, ahahaha! Gosh, how old are you? Like seven!?”
Peter was practically flying. He was elated right to the point where he could have shot up into the clouds. Her hysterical reaction only encouraged him to further wrack his thoughts for anything even more outrageous. When her giggles ceased, and his own too, for he’d been snorting along, very pleased with himself, his sopping wet hair falling in his eyes. Perhaps there was water in his ear too, because one side felt funny and her laughter and the rush of the sea every time it bounded off the rock sounded far away in his left ear.
“You look like a tomato when you laugh,” he retorted back, though he was still laughing a little. Her red hair though, combined with her red face from her hysterical laughter, did end up with an overall scarlet coloured mermaid. “But tomatoes are tasty,” he amended, although it wasn’t particularly related. Did mermaids have tomatoes?
Scrunching up his nose at the question, Peter shrugged, not thinking very hard about it. “I’m as old as a boy. And not any older.” Peter had no idea when he’d stopped growing. And there had been the times here on earth that had made him grow older but then he’d gone back to Neverland and his features round and playful again. “How old are you? Six?” He tried to imitate her tone in the question, smirking.