Cair Paravel, Willow's Suite, Saturday evening

[willbedone]

Willow was sitting on her bed with papers spread out all around her. She had an elaborate system involving color coding, baskets and string. In spite of that she was convinced that she was forgetting something. Multiple somethings. Tons of somethings.

Small wonder she was tempted to abandon everything so she could go throw up.

[ooc: for Narnia

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[once_a_king]

Peter had escaped from the palace for a few hours on the excuse of needing to go review some troops to the South. But he returned soon enough, worried that too many hours of worrying might make his fiancee go all the way insane.

He tapped on her door, trying not to grin at the thought that in a week, they wouldn't have to have this separate suites thing anymore.

[willbedone]

Willow didn't have anything potentially naughty out - like her computer or her magic items - so she was okay with calling out, "Come in!"

[once_a_king]

He pushed the door open, coming into the room almost tentatively. "Lady?" he said, looking around quickly to make sure everything was still okay. He paused. "Why is there string?"

[willbedone]

"To tie things together," Willow explained, as though using string to assist with the note-making process was perfectly normal. She sat up and smiled at him, motioning for him to come closer. "Hello! How are the troops? Nicely southy?"