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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]

[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.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I had a young man accusing me of harboring ill intentions for his mother. In the name of the crown, of all things.

[At least Caspian has a good humor about it. Food arriving does that!]

1/2

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

 

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Why?

[Peter picks up a piece for himself, but he's not eating it just yet.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Are you finding this funny Peter Pevensie?]

I taught her how to ride a horse. And I am quoting him when I say "Since you were a King, the whole multiple wives and mistresses sort of deal."

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It shows he has a slight sense of humor, at least. He takes a sip of water to make it less obvious that he finds this very hilarious.]

It's not an unusual stereotype. It's happened before in history.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Do I seem like the type to you?

[Oh he went there, but watch Caspian chomp and busy himself with a slice of pizza, oh yeah.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Someone thought so.

[Yum, pizza. Delicious carbs.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Well someone doesn't know me very well, but I suppose it proves your point on anonymity. Not that I plan on holding any grudges against this man.

[Chomp, pfft on Potter.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

That, and anonymity means you've never stood up for what you believe in.

[eat eat, pause.]

What was his name?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Because this is Peter, Caspian has no problem telling him who.]

Harry Potter.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[The name rings no bells.]

I hope you set the record straight, at least. I'd be slightly bothered if someone took my mother out horse riding, so I can understand.

[Chew chew, thoughtful.]

He probably thought you fancied older women.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I did, or I tried to.

[With no mum to speak of he leaves that inexperience alone. He also leaves out the odd Lily Evans time jump.]

Most women are 'older' only by virtue of my age.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Oh right, Caspian is pretty young, and pretty tall for his age.]

If her son's old enough to reprimand you, she has to be at least ten years your senior.