"PJ, Pistol!" Peg poked her head out of her front door with a smile, holding a plate of cookies. "Snack time! Max, you too!" Since the first day the Goofs had moved in next door, she'd taken a shine to Max, as had PJ. The two eleven year olds had become fast friends, the latter often staying for lunch at PJ's house. The kids of course swarmed Peg for snacks, which were happily provided. "There you go, eat up." Peg lovingly smoothed a few leaves out of Pistol's pigtails, the ends curling up into perfect ringlets. "Y'all playing nice?"