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[lordpeter]

If anyone cared to look, this sunny afternoon, they might find Lord Peter out on the banks of the lake. Golf club in hand, he is kitted out in full 1920's golfing regalia; ridiculous trousers, high socks, saddle shoes, sweater-vest, and jaunty cap.

Ha!

He swings at a ball tee'd up on the bank, and it flies out over the lake, landing with a quiet

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[,3 <3 <3 Lord Peter]

[lyra_silver]

*looks out of the window bemusedly*

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[gil_whimple]

*follows Lyra to the window and peers over her shoulder*

I think it's some kind of game. Who'd have ever guessed that the squid would be so good at it.

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[lyra_silver]

Squid? Is that what the tentacle thing is?

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[gil_whimple]

Yes, there's a big body down there with lots of tentacles - eight, no that's an octopus - ten maybe. It's a very good squid who loves to fetch things *frowns as he thinks of the resurrected angel* including, apparently, little white balls.

*studies Lord Peter's get up with a grin* It takes a special type of man to wear plus fours with a straight face.

[sweet_beatrice]

*Has finally gotten up the strength and courage to leave the sofa in the bar and wander outside*

Good morrow, my lord. May I sit and watch thee play?

[lordpeter]

Peter looks up, tips his cap, and catches the golf ball.

Good afternoon! Course you may, so long as you aren't hatchin' any plans to fling yourself into the lake. You'd only get fished out again, he's very clever. Finds my golf balls a treat.

He straightens his stance, swings, and thwacks the ball long and straight, nearly hitting the other side of the lake.

[sweet_beatrice]

No, my lord. *Looks down*
I have concluded that 'twill be life that is my punishment, not death...

What is this game you play, sir? And may I call you thou?

[lordpeter]

Peter gives her a cheery smile.

That's the spirit! Very gnostic of you. Hair shirts on the inside and all that.

This...

He swings the club; the ball slices.

Dash it...is called Golf.

You may call me Lord Peter, if you wish. I don't see there's much need for thou'ing about.

[veryvorkosigan]

[OOC: Can't. Stop. Laughing. Oh god. Beautiful.]