SUSANOHMYGOD. "i am not getting it on with you in the fungwah bus."


they go out for italian. "danny's probably going to be a little late," rusty warns. "he's got other arrangements."

peter stretches out an arm across the back of his seat and susan puts her head back against it. "arrangements other than us?" peter says, and his tone is dark, a little threatening.

"cool your jets, pevensie," rusty says, eating a breadstick and getting crumbs on the menu. "he's looking for a wedding present. or an anniversary present. i'm not really sure what they're calling it."

which is when danny and tess show up.

"why is she here?" rusty asks.

"i thought you said you weren't stealing anymore!" tess hisses at danny.

"i'm not!" danny protests. "i'm just meeting some old friends, they're in town, it's nothing to do with -- nice to see you out of jail, peter."

"you too," peter agrees, looking tess up and down. susan steps on his foot and edmund rolls his eyes.

"i just wanted to let you know i was here before i called tess a cab," danny says. "tess, you know rusty."

"unfortunately."

"lucy pevensie, edmund pevensie, peter pevensie, and --"

"susan?" tess says disbelievingly.

susan smiles. "hello, tess," she says.


*frowns* i do not think i have the o11 voices down, and i don't have my dvd here with me.

HMM.