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At the border of the Fandom Wildlife Preserve: afternoon

Susan waited for Peter and Willow, and checked her watch, hoping Jenny could make it, or catch up with them later. The trip out to see the dryads had buoyed her after yesterday's talk with Peter, and she was now nearly fizzing with anticipation.

She just hoped the afternoon didn't become awkward for any reason.

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once_a_king, but

romany_witch is welcome too, if she can make it]

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"No," Willow said. "I live in Three-Toed Sloth. Nobody plays any pranks on us. I haven't figured out if that's a good or bad thing yet."

"Probably a good thing," Peter replied, following the two girls through the grass. "Unless you'd like to get involved in the prank war?" There may have been an evil gleam in his eye.

Willow gave him a suspicious look. "Define 'involved'."

"I certainly wouldn't want you to feel left out of a summer camp experience," Peter said solemnly.

"I notice that lacked a definition," Willow pointed out.

"It may have," Peter admitted. "You could be involved in an advisory capacity. For some reason, I think you wouldn't have a problem thinking up good pranks."

"Why, Peter, I would never do anything like that," Willow said, looking perfectly innocent.

"No?" Peter said, grinning. "I must be horribly mistaken then. My gravest apologies. I wonder how I ever could have thought such a thing."

"Be more careful next time," Willow told him, grinning back. She pretended to look thoughtful. "Of course if you wanted someone to help you figure out what would be very wrong to do - so you could avoid doing it of course - I'd be happy to."

"Perhaps if we were just speaking hypothetically then, because hypothetically I think my cabin may be in trouble. And of course, I'd want to avoid in wrong actions in responding to such trouble."

"Very wise of you," Willow said. "Of course I'd want to help make sure you stayed out of trouble, and that you committed no wrong actions."

Susan had been listening to all this, amused, and said, "I feel I should put in a pro forma protest here. You may be my brother, Peter, but please don't force me to confine you to quarters? La la. Oh dear, perhaps I should walk ahead."

She did so for a few more meters, highly entertained by their byplay.

"We're just speaking hypothetically, Su," Peter said, laughing. "Unlike a certain time I remember with a basket of strawberries, a staircase, and Lucy's favourite doll..."

"I can't imagine what you're talking about. I have no idea how that doll got there. Possibly she walked there." Susan ducked under a branch, and sent him a grin over her shoulder. "Or possibly one of her brothers did it."

"I greatly appreciate your concern," Peter replied with a grin. "Because I would, in no way, want to think about possibilities of revenge if this hypothetical situation arose." He looked over at Willow. "How do you feel about making off with people's clothes as a prank? Overdone, right?"

"It depends on when you make off with them," Willow said. "And what you do once you have them. For instance, holding them for ransom would be very wrong."

"Another bad thing to do with them is put them in the principal's office." Peter paused. "Or so I've heard. No personal experience there."

"Likewise finding a way to shrink the clothes just a tiny bit," Willow said. "So that they look fine when you give them back but still don't fit when they try to wear them."

Susan heard this and stifled a laugh, then broke clear of the trees. "Ah. Here we are. We just follow the strand this way, to the right." She took off her shoes, and waded in the surf before walking down the beach. "Cold. But not too bad, really."

Willow looked uncertain, not sure if she was expected to go wading as a part of the process.

Peter smiled at Willow and may have splashed a bit of water in her direction.

Well obviously that sort of thing couldn't be put up with. Willow kicked off her shoes and socks - glad she hadn't gone with her first instinct to wear tights - put them by the bag with the CDs and the player, and went wading into the water.

She might've had a crafty look, like she was waiting for Peter to turn his back so she could splash him.

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Following Susan's lead, Peter also took off his shoes and socks and waded into the water. "Bit colder than it is at home, though," he commented.

"Mmm, true. But it's just been too long. Winter seemed to last forever this term." Susan paused. "Although not literally, of course." She flashed a quick smile at Peter and Willow. "It's just up ahead a ways. They shouldn't be far from their trees."

As they came around a bend with some rocks, Susan could hear the whispering of the aspens.

Who goes there?

Peter grinned back at Susan at her 'winter forever' remark.

As he rounded the bend as well, he heard the unmistakable sounds of the a dryads' grove. It hadn't been a long time since Peter had met with dryads, but he smiled in recognition as he saw a silver Aspen swaying in the wind.