[ The park seems like a good idea, and Maya spots a bench in a relatively secluded area, lorded over by strange trees and behind a low garden wall that has plants she can’t even name spilling over the edge of it. She doesn’t really respond to what grabs Peter has to say about going elsewhere- she’s a bit preoccupied- and grabs him by the elbow, guiding him to the bench.
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All right, what’s wrong?