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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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[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.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Caspian no like welfare? Peter just grabs a cardigan.]

We'll buy another one specifically for them.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Since when do born and bred royalty need welfare? He holds the door open for Pete.]

Knowing Edmund's appetite that would be prudent.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[When did royalty work at the docks? Out the door, even if holding the door is kind of old fashioned, gawd, Caspian.]

We'll have to make sure he doesn't eat more than half.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[And Finchley kids in construction right? Gawd Peter he does that for everyone, kind of.]

What is that called, rationing?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[He's a wannabe Bob the Builder, ok?]

I don't think rationing would be the best term for it. Pizza isn't scarce, or in high demand.

[walk walk.]

Restricting? If it isn't enough, we can always buy more.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[This doesn't have anything to do with Caspian getting to rebuild Cair Paravel does it?]

You have him on a meal course.

[Caspian says jokingly while a walking.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[You better, Caspian.]

I don't. I'm just keeping things fair.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He will! And become an old man by the sea.]

I know you are.

[Neither facetious nor sarcastic as they enter City proper.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[An agreement, whoop! They walk in relative silence for a while.]

Is there any particular restaurant you prefer?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Somewhere with brick ovens.

[Because he is completely old school like that, venturing this way to a mom and pop place that would shame any modern day company.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[They should take him to Pizza Hut one day. Well, they're already headed in the right direction for a restaurant of Caspian's specifications, and before long they're at the door. This time, Peter gets that door open first.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[And Caspian waltzes in without issue. See, natural gesture, gosh Peter.]

It's different when they do not treat you as a king.

[He mentions as an aside for Peter's ears only. Sit down, boy.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It's good to learn some independence.

[Sitting! Caspian gets to choose the pizza this time.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Sitting with, and it's a Sicilian deal with all the works a pair of guys need.]

I had that to begin with.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I know.

[Menu glancing. He's thinking just how to phrase this.]

I meant a different sort of independence. Doing your own laundry, and such.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Arching a brow at Peter. Ordering. And then!]

I can do my own share of chores. Certainly I had always had gentlemen in waiting, but I refused to be doted or coddled.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

That King comment earlier was facetious then?

[Peter still bets Caspian can't fix a leaky pipe.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No, it wasn't. I mean that I enjoy the anonymity, to an extent.

[Leaky pipe is likely something he'll leave to Peter.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I can understand what you're saying.

[Anonymity though?]

I'd rather have respect for my actions and words, than just for my title. I wouldn't entirely agree with anonymity though.