Oh-so-cute and awkward!
Ellipses can lead to dangerous things, children. Use them sparingly.
PeterPevensie: *look, a Peter!*
Georgiana: *heavens t'betsy!*
PeterPevensie: *anyway, wanders in whistling*
Georgiana: *looks up and freezes a moment*
PeterPevensie: *smiles* H'lo.
Georgiana: H-hullo...
Georgiana: *remembers herself and curtsies*
PeterPevensie: *will bow, then, vaguely awkwardly*\
Georgiana: *tilts her head* I w-was recently taught to "shake hands", if that is what you prefer.
PeterPevensie: *laughs* Ok. *offers a hand*
Georgiana: *takes it and shakes it back and forth*
PeterPevensie: *looks amused* Right, then. Shall we sit down?
Georgiana: *nods*
PeterPevensie: *sits down, yay*
Georgiana: *joins him*
Georgiana: How...how are you?
Georgiana: *is staring intently at her hands folded in her lap*
PeterPevensie: I'm alright. What about you?
Georgiana Well. I am...yes. Well.
Georgiana: Did you -- that is, did you enjoy th-the ball?
PeterPevensie: Yes! Did you?
Georgiana: Oh, yes! V-very m-much.
PeterPevensie: Good. *smiles*
Georgiana: Th-thank you for dancing with me.
PeterPevensie: *goes pink* I should be thanking -you-.
Georgiana: Me? Whatever for?
PeterPevensie: Well, for dancing with me, 'f course. You didn't have to.
Georgiana: Oh, but I wanted to!
Georgiana: ...*blushes*
PeterPevensie: *goes pinker* Oh. Er. -- Really?
Georgiana: ...............
Georgiana: Y-yes.
PeterPevensie: *glances at his hands* ...Good.
Georgiana: ............
Georgiana: *kisses his cheek*
Georgiana: ...*and suddenly seems to realize what she just did* Oh. Oh L-Lord!
Georgiana: *covers her face with her hands*
PeterPevensie: ......
PeterPevensie: *grins! -- awkwardly* --No, er -- don't do that..
Georgiana: *muffled* F-forgive me!
PeterPevensie: There's nothing to forgive!
Georgiana: Th-there's everything t-to f-forgive!
PeterPevensie: No, there isn't! I wanted to -- look. *gently pulls her hands off her face and kisses her*
Georgiana: *!!!!!!!!!!*
PeterPevensie: *pulls away, bright red aaaah*
Georgiana: ...Oh.
PeterPevensie: ..Er. Yes.
Georgiana: Wh-what -- th-then -- oh.
PeterPevensie: ...Oh, what?
Georgiana: I...I d-did not think that you...th-that you truly...*covers her face again*
PeterPevensie: ...Why not?
Georgiana: I am not...wh-why...I haven't the slightest idea.
PeterPevensie: *vague amusion* That was sort of silly of you.
Georgiana: I...*softly* I d-did not wish to be disappointed again, I suppose.
PeterPevensie: . . .*sits next to her, quietly* ..What happened?
Georgiana: I...I cannot say... *bites her lip*
PeterPevensie: Well, if you don't want to, that's alright. ...*takes her hand, awkwardly*
Georgiana: *her hand is trembling slightly, but she does not pull away*
PeterPevensie: *squeezes her hand lightly*
Georgiana: ...*and proceeds to melt*
Georgiana: *nearly whispering* I fear you would want nothing to do with me if I told you.
PeterPevensie: *blinks* Don't be silly. Of course I'd want something to do with you.
Georgiana: *blushes and squeezes his hand in return, shyly*
PeterPevensie: So. Er. *awkward, hi*
Georgiana: .......
Georgiana: Y-you know h-him.
PeterPevensie: ...Who?
Georgiana: ...M-Mr. Wickham...
PeterPevensie: ...*blinks* ..Who? Oh. --I've only said hello to him.
Georgiana: A-and that fact alone is almost too much to bear. H-he is...n-not a g-good m-man...
PeterPevensie: . . . Then I'll stay away from him.
Georgiana: *nods, near tears*
PeterPevensie: *squeezes her hand again*
Georgiana: *reluctantly* I must go...
PeterPevensie: Oh. Er. ....*kisses her cheek* G'night, then.
Georgiana: *heartleap!*--*smiles* Good night, Peter.
PeterPevensie: *smiles back*
Georgiana: *leaves, but not without looking back once*
PeterPevensie: *look, a Peter!*
Georgiana: *heavens t'betsy!*
PeterPevensie: *anyway, wanders in whistling*
Georgiana: *looks up and freezes a moment*
PeterPevensie: *smiles* H'lo.
Georgiana: H-hullo...
Georgiana: *remembers herself and curtsies*
PeterPevensie: *will bow, then, vaguely awkwardly*\
Georgiana: *tilts her head* I w-was recently taught to "shake hands", if that is what you prefer.
PeterPevensie: *laughs* Ok. *offers a hand*
Georgiana: *takes it and shakes it back and forth*
PeterPevensie: *looks amused* Right, then. Shall we sit down?
Georgiana: *nods*
PeterPevensie: *sits down, yay*
Georgiana: *joins him*
Georgiana: How...how are you?
Georgiana: *is staring intently at her hands folded in her lap*
PeterPevensie: I'm alright. What about you?
Georgiana Well. I am...yes. Well.
Georgiana: Did you -- that is, did you enjoy th-the ball?
PeterPevensie: Yes! Did you?
Georgiana: Oh, yes! V-very m-much.
PeterPevensie: Good. *smiles*
Georgiana: Th-thank you for dancing with me.
PeterPevensie: *goes pink* I should be thanking -you-.
Georgiana: Me? Whatever for?
PeterPevensie: Well, for dancing with me, 'f course. You didn't have to.
Georgiana: Oh, but I wanted to!
Georgiana: ...*blushes*
PeterPevensie: *goes pinker* Oh. Er. -- Really?
Georgiana: ...............
Georgiana: Y-yes.
PeterPevensie: *glances at his hands* ...Good.
Georgiana: ............
Georgiana: *kisses his cheek*
Georgiana: ...*and suddenly seems to realize what she just did* Oh. Oh L-Lord!
Georgiana: *covers her face with her hands*
PeterPevensie: ......
PeterPevensie: *grins! -- awkwardly* --No, er -- don't do that..
Georgiana: *muffled* F-forgive me!
PeterPevensie: There's nothing to forgive!
Georgiana: Th-there's everything t-to f-forgive!
PeterPevensie: No, there isn't! I wanted to -- look. *gently pulls her hands off her face and kisses her*
Georgiana: *!!!!!!!!!!*
PeterPevensie: *pulls away, bright red aaaah*
Georgiana: ...Oh.
PeterPevensie: ..Er. Yes.
Georgiana: Wh-what -- th-then -- oh.
PeterPevensie: ...Oh, what?
Georgiana: I...I d-did not think that you...th-that you truly...*covers her face again*
PeterPevensie: ...Why not?
Georgiana: I am not...wh-why...I haven't the slightest idea.
PeterPevensie: *vague amusion* That was sort of silly of you.
Georgiana: I...*softly* I d-did not wish to be disappointed again, I suppose.
PeterPevensie: . . .*sits next to her, quietly* ..What happened?
Georgiana: I...I cannot say... *bites her lip*
PeterPevensie: Well, if you don't want to, that's alright. ...*takes her hand, awkwardly*
Georgiana: *her hand is trembling slightly, but she does not pull away*
PeterPevensie: *squeezes her hand lightly*
Georgiana: ...*and proceeds to melt*
Georgiana: *nearly whispering* I fear you would want nothing to do with me if I told you.
PeterPevensie: *blinks* Don't be silly. Of course I'd want something to do with you.
Georgiana: *blushes and squeezes his hand in return, shyly*
PeterPevensie: So. Er. *awkward, hi*
Georgiana: .......
Georgiana: Y-you know h-him.
PeterPevensie: ...Who?
Georgiana: ...M-Mr. Wickham...
PeterPevensie: ...*blinks* ..Who? Oh. --I've only said hello to him.
Georgiana: A-and that fact alone is almost too much to bear. H-he is...n-not a g-good m-man...
PeterPevensie: . . . Then I'll stay away from him.
Georgiana: *nods, near tears*
PeterPevensie: *squeezes her hand again*
Georgiana: *reluctantly* I must go...
PeterPevensie: Oh. Er. ....*kisses her cheek* G'night, then.
Georgiana: *heartleap!*--*smiles* Good night, Peter.
PeterPevensie: *smiles back*
Georgiana: *leaves, but not without looking back once*