*Wensleydale clomps down the stairs and slides into a booth. He has been wearing his current outfit for a week, and, while he has been showering, it is still gross. He is casting sidelong glances at the front door.*
Peter, who is deliriously happy today, spots Wensleydale and hurries over to his booth. He greets Tim and Adam politely before turning to Wensley.
"Hullo," he says with a smile. "Remember me, Peter Pettigrew? You never did tell me your name, or how you knew all about me. Still convinced that this place is all a costume party, by the way?"
His tone is joyful, not upset. It's a moot question whether anything could upset him at this minute.
As Adam addresses him, Peter notices Liz talking to Holden. It seems like a good time to surprise her with the flower letter he'd crafted earlier, if he can.
"Would you please excuse me?" he murmurs, a blissfully faraway look in his eyes. "I see someone I have to talk to."
Without waiting for a response, he heads off toward the kitchen, then returns--evidently from outside--a few moments later, gripping a bouquet of amazing size. Still wearing the same blissful affection, he approaches Liz.
"Hullo," he says with a smile. "Remember me, Peter Pettigrew? You never did tell me your name, or how you knew all about me. Still convinced that this place is all a costume party, by the way?"
His tone is joyful, not upset. It's a moot question whether anything could upset him at this minute.
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"Would you please excuse me?" he murmurs, a blissfully faraway look in his eyes. "I see someone I have to talk to."
Without waiting for a response, he heads off toward the kitchen, then returns--evidently from outside--a few moments later, gripping a bouquet of amazing size. Still wearing the same blissful affection, he approaches Liz.
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