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therealpm ([personal profile] therealpm) wrote2012-12-04 04:01 pm

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Not a bad month.

Now if only D'Souza would stop nagging me to turn up, everything would be perfect.

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
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John,

...you haven't fed the children, have you?

-Peter

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
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Peter,

I cooked food for them.

-John

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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John,

did they eat it?

-Peter

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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Peter,

Some of it.

-John

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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John,

trying one spoonful and then spitting it out doesn't count. I'll be over in five minutes.

-Peter

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
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Peter,

They didn't spit it out, they simply refused to have any more.

-John

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
*Peter ignores the text in favour of gathering enough ingredients to make a rather large risotto and stepping through the fireplace. He shoots John a filthy look, but allows Oliver to follow him through to the kitchen and begins to teach him how to cook dinner.*

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
*John tries to say "hello", "good evening" or even "thank you", but Peter is gone too quickly for him to get past the first sound. John follows Peter to the kitchen, attempts conversation, but when his efforts are ignored, instead sighs and goes to re-set the table.*

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
*Peter doesn't even bother to sit with them whilst they eat, this time, preferring to leave via the fireplace whilst the children are still squabbling over the plate of grated cheese.*

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
*John tries to catch a word with Peter before he leaves, but he is too slow. He sighs.*

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Peter,

Thank you.

-John

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
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Bercow.

Fine.

-Lord Mandelson

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
*John sighs (again) and rubs his forehead. He sends over the bottle of wine he had prepared - a gift from some speaking engagement or another, he can't remember now.*

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Peter,

And sorry too.

-John

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
*Peter looks at the bottles, winces (it is rather nice), then sends it back.*

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Bercow,

I have no interest in drinking alone, nor in being bribed into ensuring that my putative nephews and niece do not starve.

-Lord Mandelson

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
*John sends the bottle back to Peter.*

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Peter,

It isn't a bribe.

It's a thank you gift.

-John

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
*Peter hurls the bottle back through the fireplace. John will catch it. Probably. Or will have set up a buffer spell. Probably.*

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Bercow,

it is exactly the same bottle as the one you suggested I visit in order to sample it as a ruse to get me to cook dinner for your children. If it is likely that they will go hungry, you could simply ask and drop the pretence of enjoying my company.

-Lord Mandelson

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
*John hears the bottle coming through the fireplace before he sees it. The glass bottle hurtles across the room and John only just manages to get to it before it hits the dark wood wall.*

What the he-

*John's phone buzzes. He puts the wine down on the table and then picks up the phone.*

*He reads Peter's message, groans and replies.*

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Peter,

I was planning to get in a take-away for all of us, if you had wanted to join us. The wine was something I'd been saving - hopefully until the whole court case business had passed, but I thought that perhaps your triumphant return to parliament and your business deal called for a bit of a celebration.

I apologise for the misunderstanding.

-John
Edited 2012-12-04 19:22 (UTC)

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
*There's no one in the house to see his reaction, but Peter still sinks a little further into his chair, face flushing and feeling just a tiny bit foolish.*

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Hobbit,

fine.

-Peter

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine"?! What in Merlin's name does "fine" mean?!

Nothing, Oliver, Daddy's just thinking out loud.

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Peter,

I managed to stop the bottle and it's contents ending up all over the floor if you would care for a drink?

-John

[identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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John,

not tonight. Maybe Thursday.

-Peter

[identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com 2012-12-04 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
*John reads the message. He's slightly dejected, but tries not to let it show - after all, if Peter's suggesting having wine another evening, he can't be too busy, surely? Maybe Peter's new job won't take over all of Peter's time and he and John can still...

John puts the wine back in the cupboard and replies.*

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Peter,

I shall have wine and dinner ready upon your arrival.

-John