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[treadingdawn]

Let it be known.

I, Caspian X, have accomplished a feat that many doubted could be accomplished by my hand at all.

It required two and a half days of my time.



This victory calls for a celebration.

Doctor House, I request your audience with the Pevensies and myself to mark this momentous occasion. If you are so inclined, perhaps you will bring with you tacos and taquitos. I am more than willing to make tamales however I regret to inform you that we do not have anymore carnitas. Will pollo con chile verde suffice? I hope that does not disappoint you. Do not worry, there will be enough ice cold horchata for both you and Eden. And the centerpiece? A piñata in your likeness.

But I understand you have a particular lameness and may not complete the journey to our fiesta. In that case, I hope you accept the gift I had delivered to you late this morning. Enjoy it, mi hombre.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I didn't count it down to the hour, but roughly two and a half days.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Do you mind if I see it?

Congratulations are in order, I suppose.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Trudging off the grab the cube and bring it back to wherever Peter is!]

Here.

[Read it and weep.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter's in the living room! He gives the cube a few turn overs, before checking to to make sure it can still twist. Holy mackerel, it looks like he really did it.]

That's impressive.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You look like you're surprised.

[Settling on the couch arm, because being even taller than Peter than he already is is a nice feeling.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter crosses his arms and leans back into the couch.]

I wouldn't say surprised. You've had more time with the cube, so it's to be expected.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Did I prove myself?

[Stop avoiding the inevitable, Peter.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I always knew you would get it.

[Just not how fast he would!]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Is that a smug look on Caspian's face?]

And, how long did you take again?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Froooown. Have a pointed stare, Caspian.]

I'm sure you remember. There's no need to make me repeat it.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Have a satisfied grin, Peter.]

Well I am sure I had the advantage at least in familiarizing myself with it before you did.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I had a day before to familiarize myself too.

You won fairly, Caspian.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I thought this wasn't a competition. Should we celebrate?

[The horchata and tamales were a joke, really, but a beer wouldn't hurt.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't a competition? It sure felt like one!]

Is it a big enough occasion to celebrate?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[At least no one cheated. Right?!]

I don't know, is it?

[Tossing the cube up and down in his hand like a winner.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Unless someone went and got help!]

I don't think so, but a small celebration wouldn't hurt.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I have wine, rum, and beer.

[He's joking about boozing it up, but not joking about having actual booze.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter doesn't think he's joking. He raises an eyebrow.]

No other suggestions?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He leans back with a faux sigh.]

Then you make a suggestion, Peter.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Crap. He hadn't put any thought into it.]

Pizza? It's been a while since we've had any.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Pizza, on his shield?]

That would be nice. I have heard you enjoy vanilla ice cream for dessert.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

On occasion, yes.

[Maybe they'll find that shield in a pizza oven.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Fate worse than death for whoever put it there.]

All right, let's go.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Taken by surprise!]

Now? Shouldn't we ask if Ed and the girls want to come along?

[But he's already up and heading towards the closet.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

We will surprise them by bringing some back.

[Because only Caspian, and soon Peter, make the bread in this household. What gives. He grabs his own jacket, less escapee, more casually BAMF.]