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[treadingdawn]

Perhaps those of you bonded for this occasion will take advantage of your second pair of eyes and keep them on the lookout for a Talking Horse. I have not seen Bree in many days.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter's managed to avoid Caspian for the better part of the day, but heading towards the kitchen, a meeting may be inevitable.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, he's there, nursing a glass of wine. This is not a habit of his, really. Seeing the shadow--oh.]

Peter.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Ooh, awkward.]

Caspian. You're drinking?

[He doesn't stand around the doorway for long, he came into the kitchen on a mission. A sandwich would be really nice now.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Wine swirl, sip.] Yes. Why not?

[Sounding more curious than prickly, and he watches Peter forage out the corner of his eyes.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter grabs the typical materials needed to make a turkey sandwich. He's turned away from Caspian as he prepares it.]

It's not the best thing to drink at this time of night.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

And you, I suppose that is something to tide you over till breakfast?

[Even though Peter isn't looking he raises his glass in a good natured "Touché." toast and sips.

Not awkward, no. Not really. Right.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Hopefully.

[Peter pulls up a seat, before sitting in awkward silence for a while. Either the sandwich is that good, or he's deep in thought.]

Caspian-

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[Answering too quickly maybe.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

About yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking.

[Direct eye contact here. This is srs business.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[Seeing this, so he delivers a look in return.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It wasn't something I would have done normally.

Considering the context, and other things, it shouldn't have happened.

[Context being the problem with Susan, the fact anyone could have walked in, and other things.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Ah. He finishes his glass.]

So you regret it?

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[There's the slightest pause, and frown.]

I don't.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Freezing for a split second, and he watches Peter carefully.]

I won't say anything.

[And then quietly, even if no one's around.]

If you'll come with me tomorrow night.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[That kind of throws Peter off.]

Is that a threat?

[He asks more curiously than anything.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It's not a threat, it's a bribe.

[Quick to defend his word choice.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter's not falling for it! Have another frown, Caspian.]

Some bribe.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to say anything, Peter.

[More seriously.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[huff.]

I can't, Caspian. Not with my family here.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The kitchen's bright enough but it may as well be as dark as the How.]

Then it won't be here, Peter.

[Caspian thinks he can do subtlety very well.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[This is turning out into a much more of a headache than Peter imagined. The idea of hiding something that big from the others? Not something he likes.]

Fine.

[Peter gets up to throw away the uneaten half of his sandwich.]

I think the rest of this discussion is better left to a later time.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Peter knew it wouldn't be simple right? Then again, 30 years of social idiocy, well this 16 year old can't help him there!]

I agree.

[Looking sheepish for a moment for pushing it. Desperate much? He does get up to rinse the glass out though.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter's just embarrassed. He puts his plate into the sink in relative silence.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I'll be at the glen north of the lake at sunset.

[He mentions ever so casually while drying the glass. It's all he says then he puts the glass away.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I heard you.

[Peter's at the kitchen doorway, about to head up.]

Night, Caspian.