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[treadingdawn]

I DEMAND FRESH WATER.

IMMEDIATELY.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter raises an eyebrow.]

Is there a difference? The milk will start to spoil, and then you'll smell everything but pleasant.

[Dirty is dirty, Caspian.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Why did you say that Peter?? His hands go back to doing that touch-but-not-touch gesture.]

Are we almost there?

[Halfway maybe, but the sooner the better.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Gaw, Caspian. At least they won't have to take a car trip with him.]

Almost.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Walking along--oh hell no. He swats at a bug.]

Before the bees come out.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'd give the bees more credit than that. They're not that desperate.

[It could be an attempt at a joke. Face it Caspian, you're no spring flower.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Have you asked them?

[Caspian asks, a quick riposte to Peter's joke. But really, are there Talking Bees?]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Ask them yourself.

[If there were, they'd be the size of yellow jackets.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You're fortunate I do not see any here.

[It's hard to look regal when you're doused in milkshake.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter's going to push you into the ocean when they get there, Caspian.]

Why? They'd agree with me.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Luckily Caspian can swim. He'd be screwed in a sand trap though.]

But I am very persuasive.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Kind of like those Marines?]

That would deviate them from their honest opinion.

[And God said, let there be ocean! And there was ocean.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The association by name is quite telling.]

I would merely introduce another point of view.

[Ocean! He gives Peter a look then makes a run for it.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[There goes his opportunity to shove in Caspian. Peter just stands by the shore, he's not desperate enough to take a bath in the ocean just yet.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Watch Caspian fall when he tries to take his shoe off mid-run. He just tosses the other one off and makes a dive for the waves. Priority One: HAIR. It's almost like a bad commercial.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Klutz. After watching Caspian for a moment or two, Peter takes his own shoes off and wades in up to knee height. Isn't this reminiscent!]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Caspian's gone far enough to his waist, ducking under the waves to come back up thoroughly soaked.]

That is much better.

[Calling out to the world in general. It is reminiscent, but no ruins in sight!]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Even with the salt water?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I work with the sea salt daily. It can stand that better than the sugar.

[Shaking his head. Not sticky!]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[That's a very dog-like action! Peter bends over to splash waters towards Caspian.]

Do that further out, please.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Just because he has long hair gosh. He returns the splash but just enough to wet Peter at the hip.]

I cannot help it.

[Faking his innocence as a wave comes rolling in.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[These were his good pants, too. He just gives Caspian a glare of 'don't push it'.]

Susan will throw a fit.

[He's too busy rolling up his pant legs to notice the wave.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I thought we were laundering our own clothes these days.

[Cresting in with the wave naturally, and then he's at Peter's depth. Drip drip.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Yes, but she'll still be upset and say I should have taken better care of them.

[Peter just watches Caspian appraisingly. Don't get his shirt wet.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Tell her it was my fault.

[Simple as that. He nods, smirk.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course.

[Prod in the chest!]

Are you done now?