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[lionrampante]

Comments

[bitingnightmare]

Boo.

1/2

[lionrampante]

Corinthian.

[lionrampante]

I need to speak with you privately.

Are you home?

[bitingnightmare]

I bid you welcome into my den, Wolf's Bane.

[lionpassant]

[Edmund's being pushed, let it be known, willingly, into the kitchen by his sister. He eventually breaks off into a little dash before Susan, hoping to stuff a few more good cookies in his mouth before she can send him on his way to a rather tasty death. Oh, but Edmund will die happy now if it happens.]

[lionesssejant]

[He must know that she can push him, and has pushed him, much harder other times before. She knows how he works.]

Don't think about it.

[One more push aside to count what are left out.]

Do you really call this kind? At this rate we'll have to start rationing like at home.

[lionrampante]

[Guess who's back? Peter shuts the front door with more force than usual, before plopping down on their couch without a hello.]

[treadingdawn]

[Coming down the stairs in a t-shirt and pants. My how the mighty have fallen from their embroidered linens. He notices that grand entry.]

Peter?