[The snort from Peter would be worthy of any self-(dis)respecting teenage boy because it's exactly the kind of ridiculous humour that never goes out of fashion. Or it shouldn't, at least.]
Well, shit, now I feel bad for whatever poor sucker you're going to wave cash at to pull it out of there someday.
[Harry obviously can't see Peter nodding along with a stupid grin on his face, but he's welcome to imagine it as Peter scuffs his toe against the floor after a moments pause.]
It's been-- I mean. It's, it's--
[How to really answer that. He pauses again, sucks in his lips momentarily then blurts--]
You wanna get lunch and talk? When you're free, I mean. I've not seen much of Excelsior, so you can show me your favourite haunt. And pay for it, obviously. Not that you need to here, but it's the principle. You offer to pay, I tell you not to insult me, then I dig around for nickels in the bottom of my bag to cover everything at the tip. Y'know, like old times.
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Well, shit, now I feel bad for whatever poor sucker you're going to wave cash at to pull it out of there someday.
[Harry obviously can't see Peter nodding along with a stupid grin on his face, but he's welcome to imagine it as Peter scuffs his toe against the floor after a moments pause.]
It's been-- I mean. It's, it's--
[How to really answer that. He pauses again, sucks in his lips momentarily then blurts--]
You wanna get lunch and talk? When you're free, I mean. I've not seen much of Excelsior, so you can show me your favourite haunt. And pay for it, obviously. Not that you need to here, but it's the principle. You offer to pay, I tell you not to insult me, then I dig around for nickels in the bottom of my bag to cover everything at the tip. Y'know, like old times.