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[highking]

Peter! Actually looking vaguely cheerful!

It's amazing, is what it is.

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[liz_imbrie_]

It is indeed.

"Evening, Mr. Pevensie," from behind him. Wherever that is.

[highking]

He turns around and smiles at her.

"Miss Imbrie! Lovely to see you again," he says, before his expression grows more serious. "How are you?"

[liz_imbrie_]

"I'm well, thank you," she says, smiling back.

She's not even lying. She hasn't been in the bar for a while, and so has missed all that doom, and she's stopped reading the papers, so she doesn't think about Europe much anymore. Much.

"Yourself?"

[highking]

Doesn't think about Europe much anymore? Oh dear.

"Oh, alright," he says. "Life goes on."

[liz_imbrie_]

"Or death, as the case may be."

[highking]

Peter laughs. "Yes, that too. Can I buy you a drink?"

[liz_imbrie_]

"That'd be lovely, thanks. Whatever you're having will do nicely."

[highking]

"Mine is just tea, I'm afraid," Peter says, looking down at his cup and laughing.

He goes to the bar and orders them two glasses of Archenlanden wine, instead.

[liz_imbrie_]

She takes the drinks from him when he comes back, and when he tosses a paper on the table, too, she smiles.

"Oh, good, the Say True finally came out -- I think I'll need to have had a drink before I read it."

She slips the paper into her pocket, and tries the wine.

"Not bad, sir. Not bad at all."

[highking]

He grins. "It's the best wine of two different worlds, at least that I've found. Archenlanden. I'm glad you like it."

[liz_imbrie_]

"And which world is from?"

She licks a small drop of wine from the corner of her mouth, and grins back, open and easy.

[highking]

"Not Earth - the other world I spent time in. The world of Narnia and Archenland and Calormene."

[liz_imbrie_]

She nods. "You've mentioned it. Were you there long?"

[highking]

"Fifteen years," Peter says, with a bit of a sad smile. "It's been eight years since I've been there, now, though."

[liz_imbrie_]

She tilts her head, trying to make the calculations.

"Childhood home?" she guesses. It's a decent shot; he can't be much over thirty, yes?

[highking]

Peter laughs. "Actually, I went there when I was thirteen, spent fifteen years there, and then returned to England at the exact age I left. So I'm twenty-two physically, but I've lived thirty-seven years."