peter's eyes narrow and his brows draw together. he raises one hand to push at edmund's shoulder. "i am never letting you leave the country again," he remarks lightly. "and stating the obvious distracts people and gives one a breath of time to think and plan."

but there is a hint of something in the air now that reminds him of sand between his toes, grit in his teeth, and he mutters, "why is it so hot in here?"