AN: I know I've been busy with "The Susan Code" but don't worry, I'm not forgetting about this story.

"Guess what?" Mrs. Pevensie said in an overly cheerful voice that made her sound like she was a bad actress pretending to win a million pounds on a game show.

Peter didn't like that voice. It usually meant she was going to make him do something that was 'for his own good' that he didn't want to do. "What mum?"

"Your grandmother knows a girl that she thinks would be perfect for you." His mother said with that overly-happy smile still on her face.

"Grandma Pevensie set me up on a blind date?" He thought he was going to be sick. He looked over at Edmund who was laughing into the palm of his hand as he listened to this. "Are you sure she meant me and not 'George' over there?"

"Of course she meant you, silly." His mother laughed pouring herself a cup of tea as she spoke. "She's a lovely girl, very sweet, just give her a chance okay?"

More than anything he wanted to say no. But his mother seemed so happy at the notion of him going on a date with his new grandma-approved girlfriend that he sighed and said, "Alright."

"Great." His mother beamed. "We'll invite her over for dinner tomorrow night so you two can get to know each other better."

As Peter walked up the stairs to his room, he head an annoying teasing-brother voice behind him. "Peter's got a girlfriend, Peter's got a girlfriend."

"Oh shut up." He turned to glare at his brother. Then he raised an eyebrow. "Besides guess who Grandma Pevensie will be setting up next?"

"Me?" Edmund's face turned green with disgust at that thought.

Peter put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "By George, I think you've got it."

Edmund let out a slight whimper.

At the top of the stairs, Lucy and Susan were in the middle of a conversation, which Edmund had no problem interrupting.

"Did you hear?" Edmund asked with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "We're meeting Peter's future wife tomorrow."

"Ed!" Peter shouted. "I am not going to marry her, It's one stupid date!"

"Dum, dum, da dum, dum." Edmund started humming the wedding march.

"That does it!" Peter took off after his brother as fast as he could.

Edmund let out a yelp and ran for the other side of the house, Peter close behind him.

"What was that all about?" Susan wondered.

Lucy shrugged. "Boys are weird."

"So Peter's got a date tomorrow?" Susan asked Lucy. "Who would date him?"

"It's a blind date!" Edmund said running pass them again with Peter still chasing him.

"She can't see?" Lucy asked, her nose wrinkling up in confusion.

"No, Lucy, a blind date means they've never met before." Susan explained as Peter tackled Edmund and got him in a head lock.

"Get off me!" Edmund protested.

"If I kill my brother, would it be murder or charity?" Peter pondered out loud.

"But then your children wouldn't have a cool uncle like me." Edmund pointed out.

"Oh definitely charity." Peter decided as he let Edmund up.

Edmund brushed himself off, stuck his tongue out at his brother, and then raced into his room locking the door behind him.

"So what's all this about a blind date?" Susan asked while Lucy was in a fit of laughter over the fight she'd just witnessed.

"Oh, Grandma Pevensie knows some girl she thinks I would like." Peter said causally.

"Hey isn't this your first date?" Lucy asked him.

"No..." Peter didn't want to admit his first date was with someone his grandmother picked. "There was um...and uh...um..."

"Um and uh?" Susan teased. "Whatever happened to those girls? I liked them."

"Oh very funny, Su." Peter said.

"So when do we meet her?" Lucy asked him.

"Tomorrow night." Peter told her. "She's having dinner with us."

"You got a ring yet, Pete?" Edmund opened his bedroom door a crack. "I hear girls now-a-days like big diamonds not small ones."

"Shut up!" Peter barked at him.

The next evening Mrs. Pevensie was making enough food to fill a small army.

"Hmm, fish." Edmund said as he smelled his mother's cooking in the air.

"Whatever you do, Edmund." His mother told him firmly. "Do not, I repeat, do not, do any of your 'See food' jokes."

"Aw, Mum!" Edmund pretended to be disappointed. "You mean I can't tell her that Peter's on a sea food diet?"

"What sea food diet?" Mrs. Pevensie looked confused.

"You know, he sees food, then he eats it." Edmund joked.

Mrs. Pevensie rolled her eyes. "You are a piece of work."

ding dong. The doorbell rang. It must be Peter's date. Edmund opened the door.

A tall, slim blond girl with overly perfect finger nails stood there. "Hi there." She cooed as though he was a four year old. "You must be George, your grandmother has told me all about you."

"My name is Edmund!" Edmund growled.

The girl didn't stop smiling. "My name is Mary. Where's your brother?"

It took all Edmund had not to say, "Hopefully avoiding you if he has any sense."

Lucy came up to the door with a polite little smile on her face. "Hello, I'm Lucy."

"Oh, aren't you just the cutest little girl." Mary said in a high pitched baby-talk voice as she bent down to pinch Lucy's cheek.

"Ow." Lucy rubbed her face and glared at Mary she already was annoyed with her.

Peter came a few seconds later. "Oh, Hello, you must be Mary, I'm Peter." He reached out his hand and she shook it a little too hard.

"Oh my gosh," She gushed. "It's so great to finally meet you."

"You too?" Peter noticed she was still shaking his hand up and down. Was she ever going to stop? Would it be rude if he pulled his hand away? Even if it wasn't rude, he'd probably need a crow bar to do so as she had a grip like a pit bull. Finally she let go. And Peter nearly cried with relief.

Susan entered the room and noticed with a strange disappointment she couldn't quick understand, that Mary was pretty. She hadn't realized it until now but she'd been wishing she'd be a homely loser that she's never have to see again after that night.

"Hello, who are you?" Mary asked her.

"Susan." Susan told her. "Peter's sister."

"Oh my, you two really look alike." Mary lied trying to make conversation. "Are you twins?"

"Um, no." Susan said in a cross voice. How could they look alike? They didn't even have the same parents! "Peter's older than me."

"Oh." Mary shrugged indifferently.

"Susan darling, tell our guest that dinner is ready." Her mother's voice called from the kitchen.

Moments later, Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie, Peter, Edmund, Susan, Lucy and Mary were all sitting at the table.

Edmund sat next to Lucy who sat next to Susan. Across from them, Mary sat next to Peter who sat next to Mr. Pevensie.

In the middle of dinner Mary let out the fakest fake gasp in the history of the world. "Peter, you've got something gross stuck in your hair."

Susan glared at her furiously. There was nothing in his hair.

"Here let me get it out for you." Mary laughed pretending to take something out of his hair.

Oh very smooth, Mary. Susan thought as Mary ran her fingers through Peter's hair. Where'd you learn that? Floozy school?

Mary smiled coyly and grabbed her glass of water about to take a sip.

With out thinking Susan causally raised her palm, Freezing the water as Mary took a sip of it.

"OW!" muttered Mary as she tried to get her lips free from the ice they were suddenly stuck in.

Edmund burst out laughing and pretended to be blowing his nose with a napkin. Lucy dropped her fork on purpose so she could laugh under the table.

Susan couldn't help but feel a little pleased with herself. That was until Peter's eyes focused on her. Her parents and Mary might not know what happened but he did. He knew what she could do with her powers. Susan blushed feeling ashamed of herself now.

Mary was still struggling with the glass. Susan used her hand to boil the water a little so she could get free. But Mary's lips were still horribly swollen.

Edmund laughed when he saw them and forgot about his napkin much to his mother's disapproval. Lucy suppressed her laugh with a goofy-looking smile.

After dinner, Mary's lips were a little less swollen and everyone went into the living room.

"Susan?" Mrs. Pevensie asked. "Would you start on the dishes?"

Peter cut in out of habit. "I'll take care of them, Mum."

"You have a guest, Peter." Mrs. Pevensie reminded him. "You can't."

Edmund shrugged. "I'll do it."

"What you'll do young man is clean your room." Mr. Pevensie told him. "It looks and smells like something died in there."

Lucy offered. "I can do it."

"That's nice dear but I don't want to you break my best china." Mrs. Pevensie explained.

"I wouldn't!" Lucy protested.

"I know dear, you wouldn't mean to but I'd rather have one of the older kids do it."

"I'll do it later, Mum." Peter insisted.

"I don't see why Susan can't do it now before the fish sauce stains the china." Mrs. Pevensie said firmly.

"Where are the gloves Mum?" Susan asked looking for the washing gloves.

"We're out of them dear, you don't need gloves anyway." She answered.

Susan gulped. What was she going to do now? Not seeing anyway out of it she touched the dish water. Thankfully no one would see her turn into a mermaid because they were in the other room. But once she turned into a mermaid on the kitchen floor, how was she going to do the dishes? She gulped and turned on the faucet. A drop of water bounced off the gold rim of one of the china plates and hit Susan's finger. And just like that, she felt to the floor.

From the other room, Peter heard the flop of a fish tail hitting the floor. He excused himself (Much to Mary's and his mother's disappointment) and ran into the kitchen.

"Little help?" Susan asked trying in vain to wiggle her way of the kitchen like a giant snake.

"Here." He handed her a towel from the rack she couldn't reach. She wiped the water drop off herself and her legs returned.

Peter helped her up. "Why don't you go upstairs, Su?" He looked back at the dirty china. "I'll take care of this."

"Mum said-" Susan started.

"I know what Mum said." He snapped. "I'm saying go upstairs and let me take care of it."

He seemed angry. Susan wondered if he was mad at her for what she'd done to Mary earlier. "Fine!' Susan started for the stairs.

So she'd frozen Mary's drinking water, it wasn't the end of the world. "Thank you!" She barked back in a ticked-off voice.

"You're welcome!" He shouted back. Then to himself he muttered, "By the lion's mane, what am I going to do with her?"

After figuring out that her date was ignoring her in the kitchen doing dishes, Mary stormed out declaring that it was the worse date of her life.

"Good riddance." Edmund muttered as he came out of his room to see her leaving.

"Edmund!" His father scolded.

Lucy didn't say anything but she felt relived too. She hated it when people pinched her cheek. She didn't even let her aunts and grandparents do that.

Peter didn't even notice she was gone, after he finished the dishes, he went to apologize to Susan. "I'm sorry I yelled at you back there." He said, opening her bedroom door a crack.

"I'm sorry I ruined your date." Susan told him.

"Don't worry about it." Peter shook his head. "I didn't like her anyway. That's not what I was upset about."

It wasn't? "Then why did you snap at me like that?" Susan wanted to know.

"I was worried about you." Peter explained. "What if something had gone wrong when you did that and she figured out that you were a mermaid? Then what? What if she told someone?"

Susan knew he cared, but she didn't know he'd cared that much. "That's what you were upset about?"

"Of course it was." He said coming all the way into the room and shutting the door behind him. "What did you think I was mad about?"

"The fact that I turned her drinking water into a block of ice?" Susan shrugged.

"Oh who cares about that?" He laughed a little. Then he stopped and looked at her. "Why did you do it anyway?"

Susan wasn't sure. "I don't know...I just got mad at her and..."

"Why were you mad at her?" Peter asked.

"I don't know I was..." Susan wasn't about to admit she was jealous of her. It was too weird. "...hey where is she anyway? Did she leave?"

"I don't know." Peter didn't care either way.

"What's Grandma Pevensie going to say?" Susan changed the subject.

"I don't know maybe she'll set her up with George." Peter joked.

Susan chuckled at that. "So what do we do now?"

"I'm going to bed." He said. "I'm beat." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and left the room.

"Goodnight." She called after him.

"Goodnight." He called back.

When he got to his room, Edmund was waiting for him. "So I guess the engagement's off?" He teased.

Peter tried not to laugh. What the heck? He let it out.

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