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This was the beginning, of what she wasn't exactly sure but Shego knew it had to be better than what they were leaving behind. Echo Isle would always be there to return to but the mainland offered possibilities she'd almost forgotten existed. A smile had creased the lips that often wore a frown that even Shego had found something good in the world she claimed to hate. He stopped her even then to catch a moment of genuineness to which she obliged, though silence offering him a smile that spoke what they needn't. After being alone for all this time Shego hadn't realized how lonely it had become and the space which he filled in her life. "You ready to blow this popsicle stand?" Her voice reached out into the silence of the vast world in front of them and hands intertwined they were off to see what it held for them.
It wasn't too long before the sounds of his stomach were interfering with their conversation. "You're always hungry," she quipped giving him a brief glance out of the side of her eye, already beginning to look for somewhere to stop to get their fill. "You're buying? Why didn't you say so?" A joke based on truth, Shego never being one to turn down a free meal, especially when the company was even better. The scent of meat sizzling on an open fire grill was what drew her in but the fact the sign was missing a letter or two became a no-brainer. "Come on, let's get you fed before you get all hangry," she teased nodding towards the establishment that caught her eye.
"Man need food, so man strong," Peter declared, puffing out his chest as though his simplistic explanation were the most profound statement ever uttered. They hadn’t ventured far enough from the Isle yet for anything to feel truly different, though a small part of him wondered whether magic or humanity would thrive better out here in the unknown. "Woman need food, so woman think," he added, grinning mischievously, clearly amused by his own joke. His laughter was infectious, a carefree sound that broke through the quiet air.
"But seriously," he continued, his gaze softening as it met hers, "I’ve got enough money to treat you for a lifetime." He paused dramatically before smirking. "That is, if we die next weekend." His chuckle rang out again, the weight of money and the future dismissed with a wave of his hand. Thinking ahead wasn’t exactly Peter’s strong suit, and right now, he didn’t care.
As she tugged him into the establishment, the aroma of sizzling food greeted them, and the menus arrived soon after. Predictably, Peter ordered the heartiest serving of meat he could find, while the first round of drinks was placed before them. Taking a sip, he smacked his lips in satisfaction. "Not bad at all," he admitted, leaning back in his chair with an air of contentment. He glanced at her, his smile softening into something deeper. "I love this life. Leaving was the best decision I ever made."
He set the glass down, "We’ll find a place soon, somewhere to call our own. You and me. And when we’re ready, we’ll move again—until we’ve seen everything there is to see." Perhaps Peter wasn’t just running toward adventure—he was running toward a future with her, one step at a time.



















