fandomtownies | The Perk, evening

Peter arrived at the Perk shortly afterwards and bowed to, then hugged Susan.

"It's brilliant to see you without being under silence," he said with a grin.

"Oh, most definitely." Susan hugged him back, smiling brightly. "And I'm so relieved that you didn't have to fight anything in the process. Coffee and cookies?"

Peter chose not to comment about the lack of fighting because he'd come to expect that type of statement from his sisters. "Yes, please," he said, smiling.

"Tea again next time," Su said, ordering for him, "but I need to stay awake tonight. My plane to Chicago leaves at six a.m., and I've decided to just stay awake, rather than go to bed and wake up so early."

"Out of the habit of getting up before dawn?" Peter asked, gently teasing. "I'd never have guessed it of you.

"Still an early riser, but not quite *that* early," Susan told him, shaking her head. "How has your week been? And how is Willow? I'm still so grateful to her for lending me bedding and clothes on Saturday night."

"The week has been ridiculously calm and pleasant," Peter said. "Bucolic even if it weren't so very hot. Willow is lovely." And yes, that doofy smile was coming out again. "I think she was happy to help with something last week. Like us all."

Susan smiled mischeviously. "I'm so very glad to hear that. Is she working on another handkerchief yet, or is she going to use the last one at next week's basketball game?"

Peter grinned at Susan with amusement. "I think she'll use the same one actually. But one never knows."

"I do hope she makes a new one. I want to see what she'll do to it. Perhaps embroider a sword on it? Or a shield?" Susan's smile widened, and she took a bite of cookie. "Try not to have anything desperately interesting or awful happen to you this weekend while I'm gone, Peter. I shall feel compelled to stay here forever if I miss anything."

"Perhaps a sword," Peter said. "She's learning swordwork well." He took a cookie for the plate. "I shall do my utmost to keep all interesting things until Monday. It shall be my planned goal for the weekend." He grinned at her. "Try not to run into anything Fandom-like while you're in Chicago, hmm? Or I'll be forced to accompany you next time. We can't have..." he glanced around. "Well, we can't have anything happening to you."

Susan looked bemused, shaking her head. "Perhaps we can go on a field trip, sometime? So we can see America together. And if anything Fandom-like happens to me, I promise I shall call immediately. Possibly while shrieking."

"Oh, certainly, call me while you're shrieking so I feel even more helpless. What if we plan on you calling me after you and Miss Calendar have successfully vanquished the sugar-addicted pixies to tell me of your success?" Peter suggested, grinning. "And we really ought to. Where shall we go?"

"Right then. We'll call you from the top of the Sears tower, after we've conquered the leprechauns of Chicago." Susan chuckled, then said, "Hmm. I... don't know. Somewhere very American. New York, perhaps--" She took a bite of a cookie, then swallowed. "Or Disneyworld?"

"Precisely," Peter said, laughing. "Disneyworld? Perhaps not. Unless you still adore Mickey Mouse. New York would be brilliant. I wonder if it's anything like London."

"I do in fact." She stuck out her tongue at him. "But you're probably right. It wouldn't be the same as if we were still children." Susan bit her lip, thinking. "New York. *That*, actually, should be possible. Perhaps as a mid-semester break? If... well, if it's possible." If you're still here.

Peter snickered. "Do you now? You don't wish an opportunity to tell him in person?" He shot Susan a glance at her pause. "I think I shall be staying. That was the impression I received at least. Perhaps during the break between summer camp and fall term would work. It's fairly close, isn't it?"

"Only a month away." Susan's mood improved immediately, and she beamed at him. "Truly? All of fall term, do you think?"

"I meant the location of New York," Peter said, stifling a smile. "And yes, at least that was the impression I got when I was at home. I hope it's accurate."

Susan rolled her eyes, and batted a napkin at him. "And New York is a train ride away, about six hours or so, I think. I do so hope you can stay. Though I expect..." She sobered. "I expect you'll go back for Winter Festival." She frowned suddenly. "Except it won't be Winter Festival there, will it?"

"I don't think it shall," Peter said, frowning as well. "It was still before Midsummer when I got home. So, perhaps? Time here doesn't affect time there."

"So perhaps, you'll be able to be here for Christmas and holiday break? Perhaps." Susan is not getting her hopes up. She's not. But it would be *lovely*, to have someone to celebrate with this year, instead of celebrating with friends or alone. "At any rate. New York City, perhaps in a month. If the leprechauns don't take me away."

"They take you away, and I shall be very displeased with them," Peter said, sternly. "Perhaps I will be." Peter thought about the possibility and smiled slightly. "It doesn't seem plausible that he'd send me back only to call me home again for good so soon."

Susan almost clapped with delight. "Oh, that would be wonderful." She laughed. "Should I send you another text-message? One that doesn't say I've lost my voice, but am going drinking with the mythical beings of Chicago?"

Elated at seeing his sister so happy, Peter grinned in response. "You most definitely ought to. Just remember, if you enter a fairy hill, don't eat or drink. I don't particularly want to have to lead an invasion force this weekend."

"Very well, I shall endeavor to avoid starting a war *this* weekend. I make no promises for next. After all, Willow and I have to support our team."

"You'll start a war to avoid going to a basketball match?" Peter said, looking hurt though his eyes were twinkling. "Isn't that perhaps a bit overkill?"

"No, no. We'll start one if the referees make bad calls. I'm certain Willow would be quiet prepared to shout at him for giving you a time-out?" Susan giggled. "Remind me, am I rooting for the blue team or the gold team?"

"A...time-out?" Peter asked, grinning. "That's your technical term for it, is it?" He shrugged. "The teams are being re-arranged before the next match actually. I think I'll be on the gold side this time."

"Right, then. I'll call you after I return, and we'll set up a time to practice Archery, after I've talked to Miss Miho." She finished off her coffee.

"I do hope your trip is lovely. Will you tell Miss Calendar I send my greetings. And that Willow sends hers?" Peter asked. "I should go back to the cabin and work on my essay for tomorrow's workshop." He smiled then stood up to give Susan a hug.

"Definitely. Have a nice *quiet*, but not silent, weekend," Susan said, hugging him good-bye.

"And you have an adventurous, funfilled vacation without any oddities beyond what the Yanks throw at you," Peter replied. "Good night, Su."

The Perk, evening

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