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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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He glanced to Peter a moment, not for the comment but for the beer. Oh he casually sipped, not minding his frank remark since it was true in any case.

"Well, I have made meals," said Caspian easily. If he only knew about the concept of fast food... "Ah we have. Now that Destrier is here it is much easier to travel and explore," he nodded to Toshiko and looked to Peter again, still not regretting what he had to do to get the horse.

"We're in the process of turning our carport into a stable." Peter took another sip, even though by now the beer was beginning to disagree with his stomach. If Caspian couldn continue to drink, Peter saw no reason why he couldn't too.

ooc: going out-ish for a while!

Too bad Tosh didn't realize how Peter was feeling, she'd have probably put a stop to things before they drank themselves sick.

"I don't cook much at all, myself. Breakfast mostly, although I'm told I make a mean sandwich. Ianto and Gwen cook sometimes, and do a lot of take-away." She paused, contemplative, and then added, with a little laugh, "Well, actually I don't really even need to eat anymore. Probably won't even bother unless I'm having a meal with someone else."

She thought that the horses probably appreciated not having to live in a carport. "I pretty much walk everywhere I go. Although I don't make that many trips around the city, other than Xanadu and out to where the Falcon's parked on the beach."

They were going to make that carport work as a stable damnit, complete with shade and feed and a nice soft place for Destrier to sit when he pleases. It didn't matter to Caspian that the neighbors might stare or complain. Destrier was like family, or something similar.

As for the beer, Caspian had already forgotten about their unspoken competition, or maybe he'd dove far too into it to remember.

"You do not eat...?" He asked curiously, forgetting what dead meant in the City, but he'd seen her eat the pizza too. "I think I have seen this Falcon. Certainly it is no bird, but it is just as impressive." Yes, he was starting to become loose-lipped.

"Everyone has to eat." Peter gave an inquiring glance towards Toshiko. She wasn't one of those girls who starved themselves to look pretty, was she? Toshiko seemed to have no sense than that.

Even in his less than aware state, Peter knew better than to ask about it. He had a feeling Susan would have hit him (had she been there) for asking.

The more she talked about it, Tosh figured, the easier it was going to get to talk about it. So she shrugged, and took a swallow of beer. "Apparently dead people don't have to eat, or sleep. It's not so much that we can't, just that we don't really have to if we don't want. So when I get busy and forget now, there's nothing to remind me I haven't eaten, but also no ill effects from it."

She smiled at them both. "As for the Falcon, no, definitely not a bird. Although it does fly, so the name isn't that inappropriate."

"You look more lively than ever to me," said Caspian, quite confident in his opinion on Tosh's status as the living or the dead.

She wasn't rotting, so... Caspian had also failed to tell Peter that she was, well, dead. That was because she didn't look nor act like what Caspian considered dead, and both Narnians had seen dead before. He took another gulp of his beer, when finally, he admitted.

"I think I may have to slow myself.."

That certainly came as a surprise to Peter. "I'm terribly sorry, Toshiko. I hope I didn't pry in to anything personal." Peter busied himself by taking one last sip, to cover his surprise over Toshiko's revelation. "You do seem perfectly ...alive to me. At least." Peter stumbled over his last few words, hoping he didn't offend her.

After hearing Caspian's admittance, Peter turned to glance at the other. "Already?" Of course, it was just a front. Peter was about to give up, if he hadn't already.

"It's all right, I mean I knew about it beforehand. It was a lot more upsetting back when I didn't think I'd be able to come back here." She smiled again at both, trying to reassure them that they weren't upsetting or insulting her. "I'm not the only one in the city, you know. It isn't even really that big a deal. Mostly it's just having to get used to the change, and...to the idea."

Another shrug, and then Tosh hid an amused grin behind a drink. "Might not be a bad plan for us to all stop. Unless you two want to have to carry me home."

Caspian's hand firmly planted itself on Peter's shoulder over that remark, neither squeezing nor slipping. It seemed like he was about to counter the High King's challenge, his gaze narrowing... before it simply looked a little lazy and he just nodded at Peter, conceding defeat. Yes, already.

"I have seen such words on the... the network," Caspian nodded to Tosh, "but not with my own eyes. After this, I would still be unable to tell the difference, Toshiko." He smiled, "I would not mind, unless you do."

Peter would have felt a small sense of pride, but it was overshadowed by the queasiness he felt. It was better to leave it like that. Peter moved his glass to the side, as if to signal that he too, was ready to stop. In a less than sober move, Peter patted Caspian's hand, much like one would pet a dog for sitting. It could have been a 'good game' symbol, who knows. Peter didn't know either.

"I don't mind." Peter said with a small grin.

"You lot and your chivalry," Tosh laughed. "Nearly old enough to be your mother, you know. Think you can manage to walk me back though?"

Yeah, that was just a little bit of a jibe over the tipsiness she'd picked up on.

A dog? Good thing Peter didn't say it aloud, and it was also good that Caspian would've been too cheerful on the beer to mind it anyway. His hand fell from Peter's shoulder to retrieve some money for their meals.

"What do we owe? And it would only be right to walk you back to your home, Toshiko. I barely knew my mother."

Off handed remarks were best left just like that, off hand and easily dismissable.

"You didn't even have to ask." Peter said, a more gallant tone than usual. And as for the mother remark, he still had enough sense not to make any remark, even though he personally though Toshiko didn't seem close to his mother's age.

After Caspian's remark, Tosh wasn't about to pursue the topic of mothers any further, and so she just shook her head and pushed back her chair. "It's already paid for, I took care of it when I ordered. My invitation, my treat."

"You did," Caspian stared at her, as if this piece of news shocked him, but then he smiled, "you are quick and shrewd."

It's a compliment really, don't mind him. He'd already forgotten about age and mothers and then he remembered to actually stand. Fortunately he managed to do so without any shaking steps. "Next time I hope that you will leave payment to someone else," said Caspian.

"You'll have to let us pay next time." Peter sounded quite rueful. It wasn't that Peter was old fashioned; it was the fact Caspian and he had eaten so much more than Toshiko. Having her pay when she had spent much less didn't seem right.

Peter followed Caspian and stood, wobbling only slightly.

"Next time someone else can pay if someone else makes the invitation," Tosh agreed, with a grin. She didn't care in the least if they'd eaten more, so long as they'd enjoyed themselves.

Noticing the wobbling, she asked, "Uh, which building are you two in?"

"Agreed, Toshiko," he grinned.

Oh she was being smart again. Caspian gave the address for the front entrance of the buildings where they lived. He steadied himself then stood up straight, 6'0 for a boy of sixteen or so, but it was obvious he didn't hold his liquor like a good old pub-touring bloke.

Peter nodded along with Caspian. Caspian had said what Peter was thinking, and he chose to stand, or wobble, in silence. He wasn't drunk, but to say he was in peak condition would have been a lie.

"After you, Toshiko." Peter said easily, ever the gentleman.

Really, it was a shame how easy it was for Tosh to lie to two polite, half-drunk teenagers.

"I'm just down the block from you," she said, intending to part ways at the corner and deal with the repercussions later, when they managed to find out the location of the mini-Hub. "And I'll hold you to that, so don't forget. Since I picked pizza, you two even get to decide where to go."

A thank-you nod to Peter, and she headed out into the street, at a leisurely pace she figured they could keep up with and not stumble over their feet.

Really easy.

"Oh, that is convenient..." he remarked without questioning the coincidence. He followed after her, matching Peter's gentlemanly conduct, or as much of it as he could while feeling warm. Caspian didn't stumble at least, and his steps were slow to keep his head from going too light.

"It's a surprise how we haven't see you too often around." Peter said conversationally, as he followed behind Toshiko. "It's not as busy as London, but it's close."

Even after three beers, Peter managed to walk carefully down the streets, making sure to stay slightly in front of Caspian.

"I spend a lot of time in the workroom, or at the police station these days," Tosh explained, grateful that this was, in fact, very true. "Probably we just don't tend to frequent the same places."

Tosh watched the two of them, and then decided she could forestall any possible stumbling or weaving into each other by putting herself between Peter and Caspian and slipping an arm through each of the theirs. Just a friendly way to walk a girl home, right?

Very friendly, and although Caspian didn't have enough conceit to believe Toshiko should consider herself lucky, it was a simple fact that some would. And he was most honored to have her on his arm too, even if he had to share her with Peter. He really didn't mind in his intoxication.

"We can add that place to the list," Caspian commented with a nod, regarding the pub as one of the places they could now say they both frequented.

A couple blocks more, some long and some short, got them to a corner down from the address Caspian had given her.

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