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[therealpm]

*Peter dials Fiona's phone number, but just gets through to voicemail. He tries the landline, but soon hears the beep of the answerphone. Clearly she's not in. He leaves a message.*

Hi, Fiona. Alastair's a little indisposed and won't be able to come home tonight. Nothing to worry about, but he'll be staying here for a bit until he feels better. I'll send him back over tomorrow. Hope you're well- you've got my number if you need to call.

Lots of love,
Peter

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[furiously-fiona.livejournal.com]

*The next morning, Peter's phone rings.*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter yawns, and picks up the phone.*

Good morning, Fiona.

[furiously-fiona.livejournal.com]

Hi, Peter. Why is Ali's phone off? He's not with Tony, is he?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

No, he's just broken the thing. Nothing too bothersome, but at that point I decided he was probably a little over-excited and should get some sleep. I'll send him over later, after breakfast.

[furiously-fiona.livejournal.com]

*Fiona processes this for a moment. The story doesn't quite add up- when has Alastair ever listened to Peter's judgement about whether or not he needs more rest?- but she can't find an obvious weak point to probe.*

*And Alastair is always more vulnerable to interrogation anyway.*

All right. Tell him to pick up some milk on the way home.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to pass that along.

Talk later.

Bye.

*He grins, hangs up, then dials the number for a courier service, requesting same day, signed delivery. A few moments after the phone call ends he pauses, then amends his order to include purchase and delivery (to the same address) of a pint of milk.*