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[therealpm]

Not a bad month.

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

Comments

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

Good to see you've finally discovered the way to the Upper Chamber again at last.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

good to see you've managed to extricate yourself from a pile of chocolate wrappers long enough to notice.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

I have even been able to attend a good few hours in the Chamber!

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

good boy.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

Quiet, you.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

stop texting me then.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

Fine. I will.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

excellent. Perhaps without the distraction of your phone, you might be able to concoct something more nutritious for your children's dinner than chips and beans.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

The children are just fine with their dinner of soup and bread rolls, thank you so very much for your concern!

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

your abilities with a tin opener and a microwave are truly impressive.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

I cooked it on the hob, I think you'll find!

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

well done. Good for you. etc.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

Thank you.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

you are most welcome.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

Good.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

now toddle off.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

Fine. I shall have to drink this gift of apparently very expensive wine all by myself in that case.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

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

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

I cooked food for them.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

did they eat it?

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

Some of it.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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John,

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

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

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Peter,

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

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*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.*