tampered | Log; Complete

Log; Complete

When; Thursday evening (07/10)
Rating; G
Characters; Toshiko Sato

treadingdawn, Peter Pevensie

lionrampante
Summary; Narnian Pizza
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After setting up the arrangements with Caspian, Tosh headed out for her third 'meal date' of the day, shaking her head in bemusement at how oddly these things seemed to schedule themselves. She'd anticipated a silent day around the flat, and instead had spent most of her time out with friends. Which was nice, and desperately needed. Now, she stood outside the door of the pub, leaning against the wall as she waited for her guests to arrive.

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"I would have said you seemed to get on very well," Tosh pointed out. "You're both very pleasant company. So what happened after you agreed not to kill each other? That's not the end of the story, is it?"

"Thank you," he said to Tosh with another comfortable smile.

Ah but now that she'd mention it, Caspian couldn't help but think of their second skirmish. After Peter had mentioned that he attacked first it occurred to the Telmarine now that he attacked first the second time as well. Temper issue? It was best left avoided and out of the conversation in such pleasant company.

"All wrongs were righted," most of them, he nodded. Happy ending? Not quite, but Caspian wasn't one to embellish and sugarcoat. He took another hit of that beer. "It is as you said, Narnia was saved."

Peter nodded in agreement. "Narnia was saved. Caspian became king, and we returned back to England." Peter wondered if he should have said home, but it wouldn't have felt right to refer just to England as home. Hadn't he felt more at home in Narnia anyway?

"We thought so, at least. I ended up here." Peter wasn't bitter. It had been a shock to end up someplace other than the train station, but it would have been a lie to say he'd rather be at school.

"Then you got a happy ending," Tosh mused, unknowingly affirming Caspian's thoughts. "And the beginning of a new adventure as well. It's not so bad here, in the City. Once you get used to it."

She shrugged, her smile carrying a hint of sheepishness. "I've really come to love it here. But as I said before, I have the people I'd consider family with me, so that makes a difference."

[ooc: I've got to run off for sleep now!]

A King but not for long. He did worry about how Narnia would do without him, but days after his coronation Caspian had already begun working to appoint both Trumpkin and Trufflehunter as officials in the court. He trusted them in his absence. As for the City itself, Tosh was a wonderful acquaintance, as were Blue, Flycatcher, Claire, and many others.

"No, I do not think it is so terrible," Caspian said in agreement with Tosh. Unfortunately his concept of 'family' was a little skewed by his past, but there was Peter and Bree, and Destrier.

"That's true. Family is always important." It would be nice if he knew where the rest of his family was. It was his biggest concern, and one of the things that he wondered about most often in the City.

Not wanting to ruin the mood, Peter grinned after his statement and took a sip. Wherever they were, they were fine. Peter knew they were capable of taking care of themselves.

"And you know about the time differential, right?" Tosh asked casually, finishing off the last of her pizza, and waving her hand toward the remainder, so the boys knew to go ahead and divide the rest between them.

Caspian looked at Toshiko a moment then began dividing the rest between Peter and himself. He took care to make sure it was a fair division, otherwise Peter Pevensie of all people would be the first to point out if it wasn't. In the midst of it he managed to put down half his second beer.

"Yes, we do. Peter and I are days apart," he nodded to Toshiko. Although he wouldn't have the privilege of visiting England for many years he also knew by virtue of the Pevensies that Narnian time worked as funny as City time.

Peter muttered a small thank you towards Caspian as he watched the Telmarine divide the pizza up evenly. If Peter knew what Caspian had been thinking, he would have argued that it was just a pizza, and that he wouldn't have cared if Caspian had taken an extra slice. Unlike Caspian, he still had a small amount of beer in his cup, which he quickly remedied before speaking.

"Thirteen hundred years in Narnia was around a year back in England, although when we left Narnia, no time had passed at all."

Tosh nodded. "When I went back home, it was just like I'd never left. Even my memories of the City faded, although they all came back when I arrived here again. So I guess what I'm trying to say, is that you shouldn't have anything to worry about with the people you left behind, because it's likely they'll never even realize you've been gone at all. It's an interesting opportunity, really."

Like the rock was just a rock? But in any case fairness first, generosity only when given! Caspian would've accepted an extra slice if offered, but not till then. Although his color was naturally tanned (a bit like Toshiko, really) a subtle rouge had crept up his cheeks. The Telmarine's eyes widened in both curiosity and well... very mild intoxication.

"Your memories faded?" Caspian wouldn't want that at all. It seemed like a waste of the opportunity the City had to offer, whatever that opportunity was.

Pizza wasn't a new experience to Peter, and he would have gladly offered Caspian an extra slice, if Caspian asked. Peter wasn't in the mood to eat it all, anyways. By now, Peter was already a slight pink, although it was hard to tell if it the alcohol, or the bar's lighting. Probably a good mix of both.

"It's awful to think you'd forget all the people you met here. After all the months you spend here, just to have it all vanish the moment you get home." Not that Peter had experience with that sort of memory loss, but he did know how it felt to lose a large, very important chunk of life instantly.

"Maybe it's different for different people," Tosh hedged, suddenly wishing she hadn't mentioned that particular fact. She hated the idea as well, had been distraught over the knowledge that leaving would mean losing even the memory of all the friends she'd made in the City.

She eyed the flushed faces of Caspian and Peter, and asked, "You two feeling all right?"

Caspian was certainly eating faster than Peter, though at this point he took a look at his glass, pondering a third beer.

"But you remembered many things when you returned here," he reminded Tosh, and it was true wasn't it? She knew who he was upon her return, whether she'd forgotten him in her world or not.

Ahem. "I am all right, if a bit warm," Caspian smiled again.

"I'm fine." Peter replied with a grin. While he did feel a sort of warm, creeping sensation, it wasn't anything of great concern. Peter didn't motion for a third beer though; it was better to wait to see Caspian's plan of action first.

"I'm sure you would have remembered, after a while." Peter added. "Later in a dream, maybe."

"I did, all my memories came back once I returned," Tosh assured Caspian. "It was all a little muddled at first, I'm afraid I didn't make very much sense. But...it's mostly all straightened out now, the memories from her and from home."

She shrugged thoughtfully at Peter. "If I'd had more time, I suppose I might have. But it doesn't really matter, because I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Very true," he said in agreement with Peter, then Caspian nodded in agreement with Toshiko as he gestured for another refill. Maybe it was obvious a certain Telmarine was a fan of a certain kind of beverage. How many slices of pizza were left again? He was finishing his beer faster than he could finish his food.

"Yes, you are here, and you do not seem any worse for it," he said in a chipper manner. It was Caspian's way of telling Toshiko she didn't look at all like the undead.

"I'm sure it was good to see home, even for a short while." Peter hadn't heard the talk about zombies and undead, and refrained from commenting on Caspian's last statement.

By now, Peter had decided he was in more of a mood for beer than pizza, and followed Caspian's gesture.

At the moment, Tosh wasn't seeing any reason why they shouldn't have another refill. It wasn't as if they were acting belligerent, or falling out of their chairs. Later, she may come to regret this decision.

"I...yes. It was good to see my team all together again. And it gave me a chance to finish a very important project." She smiled ruefully, although there was a small nod of appreciation for Caspian's remark. "Somehow we've come back round to talking about me again. I'm sorry."

"And why should we not," Caspian asked, "you are a very interesting woman, and you have many stories to share."

It seemed odd to him that more people in the City could put together an idea of Narnia or an idea of his culture, more than Caspian could put together an idea of aliens and outer space. Were he not full of good alcohol, good food, and good conversation he might have thought that made the Telmarine a 'backwards' sort of man. The concept of a knight sounded archaic to most everyone else, except for the likes of Luke Skywalker and his friends.

"This is a good place," he remarked as an aside, when he received his third beer and first sip of it.

"There's no need to apologize. We did ask." In a conversation about space and time travel, there wasn't much the two could add, beyond their own experiences. Besides, Toshiko seemed to enjoy the conversation, and Peter took the opportunity to learn more about City. Not that he could totally comprehend it all in his slightly tipsy state.

"It's very diverse. I've met a stonking load of different sorts, but most of them have been pleasant to get along with." Peter nodded as he spoke, before taking a longer than usual sip of his drink.

Tosh ducked her head and smiled. "Well, I can sometimes just rattle on without realizing, so don't be afraid to tell me you've had enough."

It really was very pleasant -- neither Peter nor Caspian seemed to have any particular agenda, they acted interested in what she had to say, and were willing enough to lend their own views to the conversation. "You know, I'm very glad we agreed to do this. I know exactly what you mean, Peter. It's been amazing to meet so many new people, and I've really found hardly any of them to be too difficult to get on with."

He nodded in agreement with Peter again, this time sounding an 'mmhmm' from behind his glass. At some point he would've reprimanded himself for such a lack of manners but Caspian wasn't paying particular attention to etiquette as much anymore.

"As am I, Toshiko. It has been very pleasant," he said, referring to both the meal and company.

"We'll have to do it again, sometime. Especially since Caspian hasn't eaten out at all." Peter spoke frankly, ignoring the fact it could have been considered rude to say such things without consulting Caspian first.

Tosh raised her eyebrows. "Not at all, Caspian? That's hardly right. There are all sorts of fantastic places to eat here. I hope the two of you have at least been getting out and seeing things?"

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