fandomhighdorms | Gun Range: Thursday Mid-Afternoon

Susan arrived precisely on time, and smiled when she saw Peter. "Hello, Peter. Are you having a good Thursday?"

"Hullo, Su!" Peter said, standing up to greet her. "It's been..." yeah, he totally couldn't control the blush. "It's bee good. Yours?"

Susan's eyebrows went up, but she only hmmmmmm'd at his response. "I'm glad to hear it. And busy," she said, unpacking her bow, "Getting ready for the new students next week. I am so hoping we can prepare them for this place. Although I'm not sure that's truly possible."

"I don't think it is possible, no," Peter agreed. "Dr. Reid's holding a First Aid seminar for them on Tuesday so at least they'll have some idea of that."

"Oh, that's good to know." She started to string her bow, and saw that he had Rhindon out. "Going to practice with Willow later?"

Peter shook his head, watching Su string the bow with her usual skill. "Just checking it over. I've not been down here since Tuesday."

"Ah." Testing the bowstring, Susan's expression became nonchalant. "So. This weekend is supposed to be sunny and nice, I heard."

Peter concealed a grin. "Is it? I'd not noticed."

"Particularly fine on Sunday. Or so I've heard." She pulled back the string, sighted, and let fly. The arrow hit high, but in the rings, and Susan took out another arrow, correcting her aim.

"I wouldn't think Sunday's the day to consider," Peter pointed out. "Seems to me something important could possibly be happening on Saturday."

"Hmmmm. Really? You think so?" Susan kept her eyes forward, but the smile was growing into almost a grin. "Something that happened, oh, perhaps seventy-six years ago? Although it certainly doesn't seem that way."

"You are lovely at any age, sister-mine," Peter replied with a grin. "But I think perhaps there's a celebration to be had in all of this."

"It would certainly be a nice end to the summer," Susan said hopefully, "And while I'm far too old to be greedy for presents, cake and ice cream and time outside are always delightful."

*thwiiiing* Bull's eye.

"Nice shot," Peter said with a nod. "Too old to be greedy about presents? Not the Su I know." He grinned. "Sunday then? Since the weather is particularly fine? Who else shall I invite to you birthday celebration?" He was a bit more serious for a second thinking of Narnian celebrations of the past and knowing he couldn't pull anything close to that off as much as he'd like to.

"Thanks. And perhaps simply too old to admit to being greedy. Since I may be thirty-five or seventy-six, but either way, clapping my hands over packages is undignified." Susan dimpled at him, then said, "Janet and Jenny, if she's back. Willow, of course. Anyone you think would appreciate a picnic? I should ask Professor Tick or some of my other colleagues, but I'm afraid they'll be even busier than I am, getting ready for the influx."

Peter waved that off. "One can enjoy presents at any age," he said. "Janet and Miss Calendar certainly. Perhaps Dr Reid? She's sweet and still new in town. I shall think on it as well." He paused. "Willow shall ask what you'd like for a present. I can't give book tokens any more like when we were children."

"Oh, I don't know. Something simple. She shouldn't go to the trouble of making me a handkerchief, for instance." Susan smiled, then bit her lip thoughtfully. "A new book would be lovely. Or cookies? I know she made you a cake, some time back."

Peter raised an eyebrow at her and tried to smother a grin. "Just for that? I'm getting you handkerchiefs for your birthday."

"Oh, certainly you will." Susan shook her head at him, laughing and said, "Saturday I think a great many people will be tired from the dance marathon. Perhaps we should plan this for Sunday?"

"I shall, actually," Peter replied with a laugh. "You doubt me, but there it is." He nodded. "And Sunday sounds like a lovely idea. In the afternoon?"

"I look forward to having something to wave at -- well, basketball is over, isn't it?" Susan nocked another arrow, felt the pull on the bow, and let fly. "Afternoon it is. Out to the Wilderness Preserve. I shan't get out there as much, once classes start."

"One more game actually," Peter replied. "Next Friday to be precise. That works. You just come to the picnic. I'll take care of everything else." He nodded decisively. "The Wilderness Preserve sounds perfect. Though we must go out to see the dryads before autumn sets in."

"Most definitely. I'd hate to wake them while they're sleeping." Susan sent another arrow inside the inner ring, then handed the bow to her brother. "Now, your turn."

"I wonder if they've remembered anymore. Or if they really know nothing about how they came to be here," Peter said thoughtfully. He took the bow with a smile. "Thank you. You made some nice shots on your go."

"They might have known something once, but they've been here some time." Susan sighed. "I'm not getting my hopes up. But it'll be nice to see them again. Perhaps at the Equinox?"

"I think they'd enjoy it as well. Especially if it's a holiday," Peter said with a nod. He fitted an arrow to the string and pulled, aiming carefully. "We can visit to visit and not worry about hopes just then." He loosed the arrow.

River had sneaked in, and quietly sat watching the arrows fly across the room.

When Peter noticed River, he smiled at her. "Good afternoon, River."

River waved. "Hello Peter. Don't shoot me."

"I certainly wouldn't do that," Peter replied. "Only shooting the targets today."

"Good. I thought you might want to get back at me for that water balloon." River grinned.

"Oh, there shall be revenge for the water balloon," Peter teased. "Just not of the pointy sort. That might be a bit overkill."

"Good point. So I should be scared?" River looked mischiveous.

"Quite possibly," Peter said conversationally. "If you think it shall keep you alert. I'll probably just wait until you forget though."

"I can read minds," River pointed out.

"Oh. Right." Peter said. He tilted his head, looking at her. "Do you read minds all the time then?"

"Not really," River admitted. "I shouldn't anyway."

"It could be a bit disconcerting," Peter replied. "The idea of someone reading one's mind."

"I know." There was a hint of guilt in her tone.

Peter was playing close enough attention to pick up on the guilt. "You don't need to feel badly about it. I can't imagine to try to intrude on someone's privacy."

That brought a small smile back on River's face. She shook her head. "No. I don't."

Then she looked at him nervously. "Have you talked to Tyler recently?"

"Not since Sunday at practice," Peter replied, concerned. "Why?"

"I haven't seen him since we... split up. Still angry. But... he's ok?" She just wanted to make sure.

"I was sorry to hear about that," Peter said seriously. "He seems mostly well. Perhaps a bit quieter than normal?"

"Oh," River said. "Please, don't tell him I asked?"

"I shan't if you don't wish me too," Peter replied. He looked to change the subject to something less sensitive. "Have you ever used a bow before?"

Happy to change the subject too, River shook her head. "No." She considered asking if she could try.

"Would you like to?" Peter asked with a smile. He gestured to Susan. "Su won't mind you trying her bow, I don't think. And I can introduce you to my sister."

"I'd like that," River replied. "Both trying the bow and meeting your sister."

Gun Range: Thursday Mid-Afternoon

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