which is when caspian and lucy duck into the alcove. it makes it a little crowded.
"are we having a party i didn't know about?" lucy asks brightly.
"my uncle is here," caspian says accusingly.
"cas, you are so struck from my christmas card list," arthur announces.
"you don't even know where i live," caspian points out.
"miraz would be here because he's invited," arthur says primly. "not that he ever gives half as much money as he should or as he could. aside from breaking into my apartment and drinking my booze, now you want to dictate my guest list?"
"you used to try and dictate my girlfriends," caspian shoots back.
"hey, gwen was hung up on lancelot, sophie and i were together, and you and morgana would have made a cute couple. and a good business match, too."
"morgana once set my bed on fire!"
"she thought it was mine!"
peter snaps his fingers. "let's save the reminiscing for later, shall we? right now let's concentrate on saving my brother's life."
arthur squints at him suspiciously. "what does my function have to do with your brother's life? and the mafia?"
"how much did you tell him?" susan demands of caspian.
he waves his hands. "not everything."
"really? because it's starting to sound like it!"
"are you planning to rip me off?" arthur demands.
"don't be ridiculous," peter says. "we don't steal from charitable foundations. that's just tacky."
"what are you planning to steal from the museum?"
"listen," caspian says, "you've already done all you have to do. we'll handle the rest. don't worry!"
arthur stares at him. "dude," he says, "the last time i let you handle anything you got kicked out of business school for cheating and we had a group project. what kind of fast talking do you think i had to do in order to get out that mess?"
"that wasn't my fault!" caspian protests, and peter snaps his fingers again.
"the trust fund club can hold its reunion later," he says. "we'll handle this. don't worry about anything," he says to arthur. "okay, you three leave, i just want a few more words with arthur here."
"peter," susan begins, but he waves her away, so she starts to bite her lip, stops because it might smear her lipstick.
great. now she and caspian both have to avoid miraz.
PART 2/2
"are we having a party i didn't know about?" lucy asks brightly.
"my uncle is here," caspian says accusingly.
"cas, you are so struck from my christmas card list," arthur announces.
"you don't even know where i live," caspian points out.
"miraz would be here because he's invited," arthur says primly. "not that he ever gives half as much money as he should or as he could. aside from breaking into my apartment and drinking my booze, now you want to dictate my guest list?"
"you used to try and dictate my girlfriends," caspian shoots back.
"hey, gwen was hung up on lancelot, sophie and i were together, and you and morgana would have made a cute couple. and a good business match, too."
"morgana once set my bed on fire!"
"she thought it was mine!"
peter snaps his fingers. "let's save the reminiscing for later, shall we? right now let's concentrate on saving my brother's life."
arthur squints at him suspiciously. "what does my function have to do with your brother's life? and the mafia?"
"how much did you tell him?" susan demands of caspian.
he waves his hands. "not everything."
"really? because it's starting to sound like it!"
"are you planning to rip me off?" arthur demands.
"don't be ridiculous," peter says. "we don't steal from charitable foundations. that's just tacky."
"what are you planning to steal from the museum?"
"listen," caspian says, "you've already done all you have to do. we'll handle the rest. don't worry!"
arthur stares at him. "dude," he says, "the last time i let you handle anything you got kicked out of business school for cheating and we had a group project. what kind of fast talking do you think i had to do in order to get out that mess?"
"that wasn't my fault!" caspian protests, and peter snaps his fingers again.
"the trust fund club can hold its reunion later," he says. "we'll handle this. don't worry about anything," he says to arthur. "okay, you three leave, i just want a few more words with arthur here."
"peter," susan begins, but he waves her away, so she starts to bite her lip, stops because it might smear her lipstick.
great. now she and caspian both have to avoid miraz.