*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.*
*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.*
*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.
*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.
*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.*
*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.
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Date: 2012-12-04 06:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-04 06:27 pm (UTC)Text from 078## ######
Peter,
Thank you.
-John
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Date: 2012-12-04 06:28 pm (UTC)Bercow.
Fine.
-Lord Mandelson
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Date: 2012-12-04 06:32 pm (UTC)Text from 078## ######
Peter,
And sorry too.
-John
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Date: 2012-12-04 06:50 pm (UTC)Text from 07### ######
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
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Date: 2012-12-04 06:59 pm (UTC)Text from 078## ######
Peter,
It isn't a bribe.
It's a thank you gift.
-John
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Date: 2012-12-04 07:09 pm (UTC)Text from 07### ######
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
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Date: 2012-12-04 07:17 pm (UTC)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
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Date: 2012-12-04 07:25 pm (UTC)Text from 07### ######
Hobbit,
fine.
-Peter
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Date: 2012-12-04 07:29 pm (UTC)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
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Date: 2012-12-04 07:47 pm (UTC)John,
not tonight. Maybe Thursday.
-Peter
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Date: 2012-12-04 07:51 pm (UTC)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