Rating: K
Warnings: None
I thought since the next fic I put out might be emotional or heavy, I'd do a short light one first. It didn't take that long since it is all dialogue. Hopefully it's still easy to understand.
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"
"Hm, well that's a turn of events. It's usually me and all of Narnia looking for you," Peter smiled at Edmund.
"Yes, well I wouldn't be half as good as a diplomat and strategist if I was easily found now would I? Besides, I came to talk to you about- wait, what in all of Narnia are you doing, Pete?"
"I'm making a cake, Ed," Peter replied as if this was the most natural thing for him to be doing in the world.
"I-I'm sorry…you're what?" Edmund spluttered.
"Now really, just because I burnt the pies for the Christmas party and tripped over a chair, and crashed into the table holding all the pastries which ended up all over the floor…doesn't mean I'm not capable of doing things in the kitchen."
"Sounds like you're pretty incapable to me," Edmund muttered.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I need your help with-"
Lucy's voice floated down the stairs to the kitchen, "Peter, Edmund!"
"Oh sweet Aslan what are you doing Peter?"
"Exactly what I said, Lu."
"I'm making a-"
"Come on Lu, let's get out of here before he singes his eyebrows off, or Susan finds the mess he made."