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"Well, if Toshiko doesn't mind, I think mushroom and sausages would be a good combination." Peter really doesn't mind what they put on the pizza, but the idea of getting every ingredient is a bit too odd for him.

Is the insight here that Peter Pevensie is conservative and would likely vote for the Labour Party?

He shrugged once, content to settle with mushroom and sausage as long as only the best sun-ripened tomatoes and some basil and oregano are involved. Caspian wasn't spoiled, really, he just didn't know any better about how different their cultures were. He glanced to Toshiko who was across the pub then back to Peter.

"Do not be surprised that she knows."

Peter could be a pizza conservative, or he could find the idea of eating a two inch deep pizza unappealing.

Peter shrugged at Caspian's comment, as he skimmed over the menu waiting for Toshiko's return. Unlike Caspian, he didn't have any high expectations for the pizza. It was just a pizza, after all.

"Is this the first time you've eaten out?" Peter asked Caspian idly. Peter wasn't exactly sure what Caspian liked to eat, and he had a strange feeling that he should have known by now.

He watched Peter a moment, unsure if he'd caught his meaning, though here in the City, even without their 'usual' enemies it was still best to keep the crown under wraps. But it was unfortunate how half of the network population seemed to know.

"Yes, I suppose, if that is what you call it," he nodded again. Caspian easily survived on bread, butter, and that tea Peter liked to steep, but occasionally he'd brought some meat to cook with rice. One would be surprised over how much a boy prince could learn just watching the servants in the kitchen.

Peter wasn't much of a cook himself, but he had got along pretty well by making full use of the cities privileges towards children. Not that he considered himself a child, but it did leave money towards other, more important things.

"We'll have to remedy that. It wouldn't hurt to try different things while you have the chance." Caspian had been in the city for this long, and yet this was his first experience with eating modern food. "Why haven't you gone out before?"

"I have gone out. I have ridden through the forests and along the beach. I believe I know the landscape of this City much better," he nodded, because that's exactly what Peter meant, right?

After another moment, he finally admitted, "it is not what I expected."

"I meant to eat." Peter says somewhat wearily.

"Do you mean the City?"

Another look to make sure Toshiko is busy there. It was a busy night, considering most people had post-monster damage to deal with... or they were cashing in on the Godzilla vs. Visitor pool.

"I had thought about where you and yours had come from before. And I understand that this is not quite it, but it is very similar, yes?" Caspian asked slowly, choosing his words carefully.

Peter could see where Caspian was going with this. While the City was more like England than Narnia, Peter couldn't even compare them.

"No, they aren't similar at all." Peter gave Caspian an annoyed look. "London is much more civilized, for one."

He raised his hands in a light surrendering gesture. "Pardon my mistake," your Majesty, "though you have grown comfortable here."

Caspian looked Peter up and down, his dress shirt and slacks to his tunic and breeches.

Peter didn't like the implication, but it was true. The adjustment when he had entered Narnia for the first time had been fast. The adjustment back to English life? Not as much. As for the City, the adjustment had been easier than Caspian's.

"It could be I'm more used to change."

At least there were some things he recognized. They were simply scattered along with the vampires and gunslingers and aliens.

"Perhaps. But only Aslan knows if it was for the better," he said to Peter without thinking of what else he could be implying.

At that point, Tosh returned with the promised beers, setting them in front of the boys and slipping back into her seat.

"All decided? Or have you concluded that pizza's not all it's cracked up to be?"

Her tone was light and teasing, as she was sure they were both too polite to consider such a thing. But she'd picked up on bit of awkwardness, and wasn't sure how to alleviate it.

"Mushrooms and sausage," he said, repeating Peter's recommendation.

Rest assured he wasn't going to feast on it with his dagger and drinking horn. Not that he had a horn on him in the first place.

Peter nodded in agreement with Caspian. It was a simple pizza, without any toppings that could be considered unusual.

"Is that all right with you, Toshiko?" Peter asked, accepting his drink with a small nod. It was only polite to ask again, just in case.

"Absolutely fine with me," Tosh agreed. She placed the order quickly, glad to have that out of the way, and then sat quietly for a moment before she realized that she probably should make an attempt at conversation, for politeness sake. She had been the one to issue the invitation, after all.

"Are you both liking things here, well enough anyway?"

He shifted a covert glance back to Peter, just to analyze the situation, in the event that somehow having a bite to eat with Toshiko Sato was turning into a challenge between the two. Fortunately she was the "adult" here and likely to vanquish any sense of competition... unless she enjoyed the attention!

"Thank you," Caspian nodded, taking his own drink for a sip. Hmm, whatever it was didn't taste so bad. "It is good," he raised his glass to Tosh in compliment. Count on Corona.

"It is very new to me, but I do not refuse the chance to explore," he answered her question honestly. "And you, Toshiko?"

Unlike Caspian, Peter saw the dinner invitation more as an opportunity to meet someone new. Of course, if Caspian wanted to turn it into a kind of competition, Peter wasn't one to back out.

Peter took a sip as he listened to Caspian speak. The beer wasn't Carling, but it wasn't bad. After Caspian finished, Peter spoke up.

"It's been a bit of an adjustment." Short and succinct. Peter couldn't think of what to exactly mention that was different in the City, and it was a good opener to conversation.

"Yes, I'll bet it has," Tosh agreed, responding to Peter's statement first, with a sympathetic smile. "Actually, I love it, but then it's much less strange to me than I imagine it is for either of you. Helps that most of my team from home are here, and that it's not unlike the cities I'm used to. In structure anyway. And the chances for meeting new people have been extraordinary."

Maybe Peter might've noticed the heftier gulp Caspian took from his beer then.

"Did all of you and your team come together originally," he asked Toshiko, remembering her recent return. Both Kings had arrived around the same time but not together, though they had also separated before arrival.

As an aside she certainly did not look like a 'zombie' to him.

Peter did notice Caspian's larger than necessary drink, but didn't respond to the challenge. It was still early, and the last thing Peter wanted was to embarrass himself by getting drunk.

He kept quiet as Caspian addressed Toshiko, curious to hear her answer.

ooc: sorry so late :o Went out to see Hancock earlier.

Tosh shook her head, taking a quick sip of her beer and then leaning her elbows on the table.

"I think Jack was maybe first, or Owen. They were both here before me, and then Ianto and Gwen came after. Ah...Owen's gone now, though."

There's a sadness in her eyes as she pauses, then adds, "We've got quite the crowd all living at the flats, though. The rest of the team, plus a few strays we've picked up. Are any of yours here, other than the two of you?"

It's a Telmarine thing. Caspian didn't think he'd find the taste of it rather enjoyable either.

"And previously that creature in the lake," he remembered from their previous conversations. The sadness in here eyes didn't go unnoticed, but Caspian also remembered that Toshiko had recently... well, he wasn't going to ask if the two incidents were related.

"Two horses," Caspian answered then glanced to Peter again. So far there'd been no word of his siblings, and he knew how important they were.

[ooc: But was it guds?]

"Their names are Bree and Destrier." Peter added on for further clarification. "Bree is a Talking Horse, while Destrier belongs to Caspian." He wished he could mention his siblings, but there had been no sign of them ever since his arrival in the city. Peter couldn't decide if it was better that way; The City was dangerous, but so was England at the time. In the end, Peter decided it would have been better if they were all together. At least that way he could keep watch over them.

Peter took another sip of his drink, not wanting to be outdone by Caspian, before noticing the look of sadness in Toshiko's eyes. He decided it was better not to ask, in the chance it was personal. "It's strange how the City works. It sounds like people from the same world often come around the same time."

ooc: I thought so! Better than the reviews made it sound.

Edited 2008-07-12 03:49 (UTC)

Tosh chuckled softly at Caspian's remark, and nodded. "Yes, Ellington. Have you happened to meet him yet, Peter? He's really a sweet thing, although probably a little scary if you don't realize that was raised with people."

A quiet moment, while she thought about the people she knew they must both be missing. Although Peter had a very good point. "You know, it seems that way, doesn't it? All of Luke's people came right together, and Harry's people. So maybe more from your world will come as well. And I don't believe I've met either Bree or Destrier, but I'm sure you must both be glad to have them."

[ooc: I totally agree, I didn't think it deserved to be panned as badly as it has been.]

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