"but look," peter interrupts, "i just talked to caspian last night, he's got sopespian's hotel staked out no problem, and it's just a matter of--"
"i can't believe," lucy says through gritted teeth, typing furiously at her laptop, "I CAN'T BELIEVE, peter, that you're still thinking about the job."
"what, you guys put months into this job, now you just want to throw it all away?"
"when it comes to choosing between a job and our brothers, peter," says susan quietly, "i hope you know which we would pick."
"it's not like we haven't been in hot water before," peter says with growing frustration. "we've been wanted, we've been chased. we've been--"
"peter," susan snaps, "pulling off this job is not going to remove the hit on ed. all right? just--"
"speaking of which," lucy cuts in meaningfully, eyes on the screen, "someone poke a head in the bathroom."
peter does, and lucy and susan hear a strangled, "'m all right..." delivered in that special way that only a person who has been throwing up for twenty minutes can.
"i'm just..." edmund continues. "gonna chill... here..."
lucy raises an eyebrow at susan. "how much did he drink?"
"you try having a hit on you and see how much you drink," susan mutters.
peter slams the bathroom door shut and gives her a rueful look. susan glares back.
"all right," says peter. "okay, so now what. what, we run? we hide somewhere?"
"of course," says lucy, matter of fact, credit card in hand as she types its number into the computer. "at least, you and edmund do."
"me and ed-- what are you and susan going to do?!"
"we're going to fix things," lucy replies.
peter's face does the equivalent of this: asfdhoi[gaskf,;'dgeplf;en!!!1111 then he says, almost shouts, "first of all, where are edmund and i gonna go?!"
lucy replies, "the farthest away you can go before you start to come back." she turns the laptop around so he and susan can see the screen. "it's an exact twelve-hour time difference between new york and the philippines, did you know?"
there is silence in the room as peter processes this grimly. lucy gives them both a toothy grin; susan hides her smile.
in the end, all peter can say is, "i hate trans-pacific flights."
"i booked you guys business class," says lucy. "those frequent flyer miles are going to come in handy someday."
the bathroom door opening is accompanied by the sound of a flushing toilet, and they turn their heads to see edmund leaning weakly against the doorway. he's splashed water on his face, or maybe tried to; he looks like he's been dunked in the toilet instead of puking in it. "so," he says. "what did i miss?"
no subject
"but look," peter interrupts, "i just talked to caspian last night, he's got sopespian's hotel staked out no problem, and it's just a matter of--"
"i can't believe," lucy says through gritted teeth, typing furiously at her laptop, "I CAN'T BELIEVE, peter, that you're still thinking about the job."
"what, you guys put months into this job, now you just want to throw it all away?"
"when it comes to choosing between a job and our brothers, peter," says susan quietly, "i hope you know which we would pick."
"it's not like we haven't been in hot water before," peter says with growing frustration. "we've been wanted, we've been chased. we've been--"
"peter," susan snaps, "pulling off this job is not going to remove the hit on ed. all right? just--"
"speaking of which," lucy cuts in meaningfully, eyes on the screen, "someone poke a head in the bathroom."
peter does, and lucy and susan hear a strangled, "'m all right..." delivered in that special way that only a person who has been throwing up for twenty minutes can.
"i'm just..." edmund continues. "gonna chill... here..."
lucy raises an eyebrow at susan. "how much did he drink?"
"you try having a hit on you and see how much you drink," susan mutters.
peter slams the bathroom door shut and gives her a rueful look. susan glares back.
"all right," says peter. "okay, so now what. what, we run? we hide somewhere?"
"of course," says lucy, matter of fact, credit card in hand as she types its number into the computer. "at least, you and edmund do."
"me and ed-- what are you and susan going to do?!"
"we're going to fix things," lucy replies.
peter's face does the equivalent of this: asfdhoi[gaskf,;'dgeplf;en!!!1111 then he says, almost shouts, "first of all, where are edmund and i gonna go?!"
lucy replies, "the farthest away you can go before you start to come back." she turns the laptop around so he and susan can see the screen. "it's an exact twelve-hour time difference between new york and the philippines, did you know?"
there is silence in the room as peter processes this grimly. lucy gives them both a toothy grin; susan hides her smile.
in the end, all peter can say is, "i hate trans-pacific flights."
"i booked you guys business class," says lucy. "those frequent flyer miles are going to come in handy someday."
the bathroom door opening is accompanied by the sound of a flushing toilet, and they turn their heads to see edmund leaning weakly against the doorway. he's splashed water on his face, or maybe tried to; he looks like he's been dunked in the toilet instead of puking in it. "so," he says. "what did i miss?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*DOES A DANCE*