This is just fluffy fluffiness. (and thank you!!)
“If only there was jam for breakfast.”
It was a small request, just a passing comment but he had complied with it swiftly. It was strange, usually she was the one granting wishes, eager to help but here she was practically ordered to sit back and watch as Peter had the others obey him and they went about gathering what she wanted. Well stealing what she wanted was likely the truth. Somewhere a pirate was going without his jam and toast that morning. Peter had already got them to build her a house, while he stood and gave orders.
Hmm, that won’t do, she thought but secretly she could get used to being pampered. However as all her requests went to Peter he was not the one to truly grant them. So when her jam jar was delivered by a group of half feral boys all neatly lined up she thanked each with a kiss on the cheek until she came to Peter who looked he was tasting something bitter but leaned close to her with an expectant smile.