"You have names for all of them?" asks Peter, who's not anywhere near sober enough to work out the meaning of said name. He grimaces, screwing up his face as he tries to feel for it, figure out what the hell it is. It's hard to remember what it was like to teleport before he knew how to do it voluntarily, but he tries to recall the feeling now in case it's something like that. "What's it do?"
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