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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.

Comments

[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.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Don't forget that last one. Did he mention he was taller than Peter?]

I didn't ask questions, but I am certain Lily is not much older than myself. And we are only friends.

[Meanwhile, he's already finishing up his meal and ordering that pie to go.]

What do you think they want?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It's only an inch or two! And Peter's got the wrong idea about Lily, so he's just going to keep quiet for now.]

Sausage and mushrooms seems broad enough.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Two inches, don't try to round down, Peter. With that said and done he drinks his water and smirks.]

And besides, she squints and freckles in the sun.

[It's a joke. Lily is beautiful! Never quote Caspian, please.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Two inches is nothing.]

I didn't know looks mattered so much to you.

[And Peter's up from his chair, pizza in hand. Peter has more blackmail material now.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It's a joke. Don't tell her.

[Caspian... isn't begging. He gets up with Peter, giving him that "You're not going to tell her, right??" face.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Do I seem like the type to you?

[Do those words sound familiar, Caspian?]

I don't even know her.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Cheeky. Peter's lucky he doesn't know of that map comment, he'd be running to Claire.]

Well good.

[Paying and hah, getting the door.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Yeah well, he could pretend it was a joke.]

I wouldn't want you to get into even more trouble, after all.

[Peter wants to tell Caspian you usually hold doors only for girls, but ah well.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Caspian is so much better at covering his tracks. And really, he got the door because Peter has a pizza there, gosh don't diss the politeness.]

I don't have a reputation as a trouble maker.

[Yet!]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[No proof!]

It's best if we kept it that way.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He'll have to talk to Susan about this.]

And I have no intention of stirring otherwise.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Good. To the trouble, not the Susan thing.]

Do you want to head back, or do you want something sweet?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Vanilla?

[A grin at Peter, because he remembers. Truth be told, Caspian doesn't have a favorite flavor. Where did his childhood go?]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Or any flavor you want. You don't have to stay with my choice.

[Poor lost childhood. Where was the ice cream?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Freezers aren't all that common in Narnia, and after Jadis who would want them to be?]

I don't have a favorite, to be honest.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Really? Lucy said they had thirty flavors, so I'm sure you'll find one.

[No sno cones from the peaks of Archenland?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[What Telmarine wants to visit Anvard? Srsly.]

I would be willing to try one. Lucy did consult me on this 'rum raisin'.

[There it is too, though Caspian wouldn't recognize a parlor.]