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[treadingdawn]

[Huff, puff.]

Captain Barbossa - you are a harsh man.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

But there is no room for progress for a navigator.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

That is unfortunate.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

The experience is good nonetheless.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you had an interest in sailing.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Telmarines have always been taught to have caution near moving water. I wish to prove that warning has little reason.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that you will. Superstition rarely is right.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your confidence, Susan.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

It's only what I think.

Your old bathwater get.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah, he's been in there a while.]

Your old bathwater get.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Politely clears her throat.]

Caspian? Are you alright?

Your old bathwater get.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Waking up! Cough.]

What? Yes, yes I am all right.

Your old bathwater get.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Is that a splash?]

Do you need anything? You've been in there for sometime.

Your old bathwater get.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No, but thank you. I lost track of the time, sorry.

[Splash splash of a Caspian getting out.]

Your old bathwater get.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Oh-! I didn't mean to make you think-!

[Splishing, splashing...he's getting out. Looks to see if she can go to a place not so near the door to look as though she wasn't waiting. I mean. She wasn't.]

Your old bathwater get.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Draining the bath, how very unkingly of you Caspian. Damn, he turns the shower on as if this'll make the old bathwater drain faster. Aslan bless modern day plumbing though.]

I should have vacated earlier, it's all right.

[Oh look, all he has is his towel. How embarrassing. Caspian opens the door just a sliver.]

Your old bathwater get.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Susan isn't directly in sight. In fact, she's found her way to the far end of the hallway straightening the towels in their place.]

Your old bathwater get.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Susan?

[Edmund? Damn. Being a gentleman it's only right that he wait for her to finish whatever it is she's doing before he can come out.]

I apologize, take your time.

Your old bathwater get.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[That is a well organized closet. She shuts it and smiles.]

No worry. Are you alright? You...take that long normally?

Your old bathwater get.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No. I was very tired today, I must have closed my eyes and... Well, thank you for alerting me.

[Totally talking to her through the door.]

Your old bathwater get.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

You fell asleep?

[Tilt of her head.]

You should be very careful. I've heard of people drowning that way.

Your old bathwater get.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It will not happen again, I assure you.

[Wondering when he's going to be able to get out, not for once thinking he's somehow being played.]

Your old bathwater get.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

I've been baking. I was going to tell you that you best try a few before Edmund does. Chances are half of them are gone already.

[Hopes there isn't any flour or anything on the only clothes she has right now.]

Half-naked time. & COOKIES.

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[The smell of cookies on someone is nearly a dozen times as alluring as any good-looking form in his eyes. What a strange way to look at things. Edmund has his fingers guiltily sticky with some uncooked cookie dough batter that Susan had left out. He has a nose for these sorts of things, and he follows them. He's already ravaged a tray already. He's licking at his messy sticky digits, rounding around the flat, trying to find the source of the homely smell when he catches sight of Susan, and someone he now likens to a trapped animal.]

Oh, there you are. [Edmund steps, he's probably intruding on something but--] I think you need more cookies.

Half-naked time. & COOKIES.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Funny, he's just thinking about how he has no clothes at all. Just this towel. And wouldn't you know you covers only waist to knee, and that's just not enough for Caspian X, especially with a lady outside. He might give her a fright after all.]

Edmund?

[SAVED. Well, not if they intend to talk about food in the hallway all night.]

Half-naked time. & COOKIES.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

[Susan startles at the sound of his voice and turns. The sight of the mess he's made of himself--and before dinner!--her jaw drops.]

Ed! I wasn't even finished. You ate the dough?

[Her voice takes on a very sisterly authoritative scolding in the tone. She steps away from the door.]

Would you look at yourself. Honestly.