meanwhile in england...
Previously on "Hivemind-But-It's-All-Rth's-Fault", we have Peter and the Camel, Peter and the Everglades, and Ed'n'Su and the Russians.
My brain, of course, asks, "Where's Lucy?" So, meanwhile in England...
"I expect pictures, Eustace! Photographic evidence, or it did not happen," Lucy says firmly into the scratchy transcontinental line.
"No thanks to your brother, but we have some terrific shots," Eustace tells her, and begins cataloging the variety of teeth and scales and stroking tails he and Asim have been developing in the bathroom of their motel.
"Yes yes, lovely - but what I want to know is if you've any of Peter looking like an idiot in the swamps."
"Oh, yes, plenty of those," Eustace says in a rather airy tone she expects he's picked up from Mary. No, knows he's picked up from Mary, because in the same breath he's back to describing the length and curve of a reptilian tooth.
"And Lucy, you should have seen the way he practically pounced! It was glorious, magnificent - " Her cousin cuts off with a little yelp, there is a sound of a phone dropping, and she sits tapping her toes for a moment until it is picked up again, this time with her flustered eldest brother.
"Don't listen to anything Eustace or Mary tell you," he commands, and she giggles happily.
"Hello, Peter. How's the American liquor?" Another thumping noise from the other side, perhaps of a young man about the height and weight of Peter Pevensie throwing himself helplessly across a bed.
"Let's not talk about me," he says hurriedly.
"Very well. I had a message from Susan the other day; she and Edmund are back on our side of the curtain, safe and sound. Though from certain caged comments, I gather that Edmund may have found the vodka a bit too much to his liking."
"I bet he didn't get laid, either," Peter says a trifle too smugly.
"No," Lucy agrees sweetly. "But I bet Susan didn't take any incriminating photographs for me."
"Yes, well," Peter clears his throat. "And what have you been up to without us?"
"Oh, nothing much. But, Peter, if you get back and hear anything about escaped zoo animals - it wasn't me."
"Lucy."
"Oops, have to dash - there's Polly at the door. Love to all, etc etc, bye!"
Click.
My brain, of course, asks, "Where's Lucy?" So, meanwhile in England...
"I expect pictures, Eustace! Photographic evidence, or it did not happen," Lucy says firmly into the scratchy transcontinental line.
"No thanks to your brother, but we have some terrific shots," Eustace tells her, and begins cataloging the variety of teeth and scales and stroking tails he and Asim have been developing in the bathroom of their motel.
"Yes yes, lovely - but what I want to know is if you've any of Peter looking like an idiot in the swamps."
"Oh, yes, plenty of those," Eustace says in a rather airy tone she expects he's picked up from Mary. No, knows he's picked up from Mary, because in the same breath he's back to describing the length and curve of a reptilian tooth.
"And Lucy, you should have seen the way he practically pounced! It was glorious, magnificent - " Her cousin cuts off with a little yelp, there is a sound of a phone dropping, and she sits tapping her toes for a moment until it is picked up again, this time with her flustered eldest brother.
"Don't listen to anything Eustace or Mary tell you," he commands, and she giggles happily.
"Hello, Peter. How's the American liquor?" Another thumping noise from the other side, perhaps of a young man about the height and weight of Peter Pevensie throwing himself helplessly across a bed.
"Let's not talk about me," he says hurriedly.
"Very well. I had a message from Susan the other day; she and Edmund are back on our side of the curtain, safe and sound. Though from certain caged comments, I gather that Edmund may have found the vodka a bit too much to his liking."
"I bet he didn't get laid, either," Peter says a trifle too smugly.
"No," Lucy agrees sweetly. "But I bet Susan didn't take any incriminating photographs for me."
"Yes, well," Peter clears his throat. "And what have you been up to without us?"
"Oh, nothing much. But, Peter, if you get back and hear anything about escaped zoo animals - it wasn't me."
"Lucy."
"Oops, have to dash - there's Polly at the door. Love to all, etc etc, bye!"
Click.