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[lionpassant]

Dear All,

Triumphed over cold. Proud to share. The nurses tell me I've been sleeping it off as of late, so apparently I've missed quite a bit - songs and such. So I've recovered. Finally. (And cursed too, it seems. Brilliant.)

Turkish Delights, anyone?

- Ed

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I is starting! Or something like that. :)

[handsomejack]

Jack had finished up the section of schematic he was working on and had then pulled himself together and headed down to the cafe.

He wasn't exactly bringing tea, figuring to buy it at the cafe in exchange for taking over one of their tables. Dressed in his habitual vintage clothing, he wore a waistcoat over his dress shirt today rather than braces, the RAF greatcoat swinging from his shoulders and the Webley strapped to his hip.

Not that he expected to need the gun it was just as much a habit to put on as the cufflinks in the morning.

Now, if you were Edmund Pevensie, what the heck would you look like?

ED: ... you. said. what. to. my. sister.

[lionpassant]

If you were Edmund Pevensie, you'd be looking rather young with tousled hair that needed, and should really be cut, with an expression of boredom set smack, dead center, on your face. Edmund had another set of treats on the table he was at. Leftover from what he passed onto Badou. Palm to cheek as he sat in idle boredom, mouth shut, for once in his life.

Being cursed was annoying. It was inconvenient starting your sentences with a Dear.. and finishing with an Ed almost every single time. Edmund nearly groaned, thinking about it in full. It was ridiculous. The City would've been a fine place in all actuality were it not for the occasional curse or two.

Because really, when it came down to it, Edmund Pevensie really wasn't as polite as he looked.

(OOC: I'm so sorry this took a while! Ack! Been busy! x.x;)

It's not like I used a power point demonstration of slot A into Tab C

[handsomejack]

Ed looked enough like Lucy or visa versa that Jack was fairly certain he had the right individual as he turned and headed in that direction.

"Edmund Pevensie?" He offered with a ready, outgoing smile.

[ooc: Tis all right, I'm afraid I've been gone most of today and am about to drop!]

You might've s'well have

[lionpassant]

Edmund inclined his head in curious wonder. First at the sound of his name, then at the person who spoke it. Well, Jack certainly didn't look very much like Edmund thought he might. In fact, Jack looked very old. On second thought, never mind that. It was just Edmund who looked very young.

He was going to greet him, as it was only polite, butinstead-- Ed sealed his mouth. Oh, curses. He was cursed today. Speech would've been embarrassing. So instead, he brought out the pen and paper. Edmund settled for writing it all out instead.

Dear Captain Jack,

Yes, I am. Good to meet you.

- Ed

Ask anyone who knows me, I was positively saint like.

[handsomejack]

Jack would probably bounce a Turkish Delight off Edmund's nose if he called him old! Though, okay well technically at 40ish he probably was close to ancient to a lad Edmund's age.

Arching an eyebrow, Jack took the note and read it curiously before he puzzled out what Edmund was doing and smiled.

"Guess I lucked out. I only felt the urge to write in formal letter style when working on a text base media. May I?"

Asked politely and motioning to the chair across the table from Edmund.

Saint-like, yes, when I beat you for CORRUPTING MY SISTER

[lionpassant]

Edmund would laugh if he knew what Jack was thinking. Considering, technically, he's half of Jack's age, nearing his late twenties himself, technically. Well, technically. However, life doesn't operate in mere technicalities. It's something more insane altogether. And, whilst, Edmund didn't entirely understand what on earth formal letter style, or what even text base media was. He knew what Jack meant.

He inclined his head, jerking it to show that, sure, how go ahead and sit down. Edmund can't be bothered to write this all down.

So, Edmund went down to business. Tea and Delights. Oh, and maybe, even beatings. He hadn't forgotten that this is the very same man, albeit kind, who went and corrupted his sister.