Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

[lockestheway]

It was Sunday. A week after that whole... thing.

It was Sunday, and Peter was finally caught up on work, and if he read another essay on Pakistani-Indian ambitions his brain was going to melt out of his head, so, well. He left his room. It was a truly astounding occasion.

By afternoon he'd picked up some pastries and dumped them in the common room - it wouldn't hurt to go looking for new bodyguards, especially not after last weekend - and now he was lounging on the couch with his computer in his lap oh shut up this was an entirely fresh perspective on the 'Unfolding Clusterfuck in the Orient'.

Okay, 'clusterfuck' was not the word they'd been using, but it was kind of old-timey. 'Orient'? Who even used that word?

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[lockestheway]

"Be careful what you ask for," Peter said, smiling (it was fake). "I am politically active."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"If you wanted money you would be way nicer," Emily replied, smiling (not fake for once). "Unless you're that good."

[lockestheway]

"Right now I don't have much use for money," Peter said honestly. "I earn enough to pay for what I need. But that's just because I'm still only a consultant."

Key word being 'still'.

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Emily's eyebrows went up in contemplation. Good looking guy with big plans for the future? She could use that, somehow. Maybe.

"Well, remember this conversation when you are more, then."

[lockestheway]

"Maybe I will," Peter said.

This could be useful.

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"Good," Emily replied. "So what are you doing right now?"