they arrive in jfk squabbling about whether to see a show or to hit the bars. it's not at all like years ago, the first time they came to new york, pulling up on canal street in the chinatown bus after five hours of rattling around on the highway. lucy had gotten carsick and peter, though he had filched an ipod to entertain himself, had forgotten to filch the charger, and when the battery ran out somewhere in new jersey, he had spent the rest of the ride kicking the back of edmund's seat and trying to touch susan inappropriately. edmund flipped peter off over the seat and susan gave him looks that clearly said 'oh my god, i am not getting it on with you in the fungwah bus'.
they've come a long way since then.
it's hard to miss their contact in the arrival hall; even in the hustle and bustle, orange and lavender paisley stands out, and edmund leads them to where rusty ryan is eating a popsicle.
"ryan," he says.
"ed," says rusty. "pete. su. lu."
"how do you do?" says susan with a smile.
"how do i do what? hold on," says rusty, and reaches into his pockets and takes out a bag of funyuns. he offers it to edmund.
"shucks," says edmund, opening the bag. "you shouldn't have."
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they arrive in jfk squabbling about whether to see a show or to hit the bars. it's not at all like years ago, the first time they came to new york, pulling up on canal street in the chinatown bus after five hours of rattling around on the highway. lucy had gotten carsick and peter, though he had filched an ipod to entertain himself, had forgotten to filch the charger, and when the battery ran out somewhere in new jersey, he had spent the rest of the ride kicking the back of edmund's seat and trying to touch susan inappropriately. edmund flipped peter off over the seat and susan gave him looks that clearly said 'oh my god, i am not getting it on with you in the fungwah bus'.
they've come a long way since then.
it's hard to miss their contact in the arrival hall; even in the hustle and bustle, orange and lavender paisley stands out, and edmund leads them to where rusty ryan is eating a popsicle.
"ryan," he says.
"ed," says rusty. "pete. su. lu."
"how do you do?" says susan with a smile.
"how do i do what? hold on," says rusty, and reaches into his pockets and takes out a bag of funyuns. he offers it to edmund.
"shucks," says edmund, opening the bag. "you shouldn't have."
rusty shrugs. "i know the way to your heart."