Rating: K
Warnings: None
This one popped into my head while doing my Spanish homework and I figured it was worth it to take ten minutes and write it. If you can catch the reference from the previous chapter, Not Scared, you will urm get...cookies? I don't know.
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Peter plopped into a chair in his brother's study. Well, Edmund's study was really the entire library with an entire desk and seating area claimed as only his. It was the one thing he'd insisted on when they had moved into Cair Paravel all those years ago.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked conversationally.
Edmund raised his eyebrows irritably and turned the page of his book, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Knitting a sweater," Peter replied with a cheeky grin.
"You're insufferable."
Peter laughed. "That's me."
Edmund rolled his eyes and went back to reading but was distracted by Peter tapping his fingers on the table. He was silenced with a sharp glare from Edmund.
Peter remained silent for an entire minute before reaching across the table, and snatching the book from Edmund's long fingers.
"Would you sto-"
"Gardening. Really, Ed?"
Looking into Peter's smirk, Edmund promptly went red.
"I…Lucy wanted to plant one…I thought I'd help her with it. You know, research it for her…"
Peter's smirk softened. "That's nice, Eddie."
He pushed the book across the table which Edmund snapped up, not looking into Peter's face.
"Glad you think so. Don't go publicizing it to the entire castle, can't have anyone thinking their judge has gone soft," Edmund muttered sarcastically, opening the book to the page he was on before.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Good. Now go bother someone else."