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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and everyone else. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

In honour of Bernard and Dionysus taking over the bar the last two nights, the specials tonight are wine, sake-bombs, and stuffed grape leaves. None of which explodes, but some comes damn close. Sit back, relax, and enjoy watching my sunburn peel.

*settles in comfortably*

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Peter walks into the bar, looking considerably healthier than he has for the past couple of weeks. After ordering a turkey pot pie and a pot of Earl Grey, he glances around till he spots Sirius and Kassandra. He calls out to them.

"Hello, Sirius. Hello, 'Skandra. Hope you're feeling better." He blushes; it's hard for him to say this without feeling more than eccentric. "Er--I might have a message for you two...more for 'Skandra than for you, Sirius, though you're part of it, too. Then again, it could just be another daft dream." He stares deeply into his cup as if the tea were deeply and intensely fascinating.

*she motions him toward them, then slips down from her bar stool and comes to invite him nearer*

Peter, dear Peter. You look so well.
... a message? For me? What messenger could speed to find me here?

"Just a very odd dream. Part of it concerned your brother. Hektor. And a kinglier man I never saw. He wanted to know how you were, and, after I told him about Sirius, he wanted to know if Sirius was worthy of you, and truly loved you." Peter grins. "He was rather relieved to hear that Sirius didn't think he was worthy of you, and spent all his time trying to make you happy."

*looks rather concerned*

Er...big bloke, Hektor, wasn't he?

"Very. And exremely muscular." Peter grins. "Don't worry, Sirius. He wasn't hostile. Just concerned about his sister. And he's not concerned any longer. He's very pleased that Kassandra's found someone who loves her, and she him. The last words I heard him speak were 'Blessings on 'Skandra and my brother Sirios.' So I don't think he's exactly upset."

*slides his arm around Kassandra and holds her against his hip*

Good. Cos I'd hate to have my arse kicked by my girlfriend's family.

*grins*

Thanks, Peter.

*smiles, and leans into his shoulder*

Hektor wouldn't do any kicking. And I wouldn't let him take you onto the practice field.

I like your hands just where they are.

Hektor?
You've seen Hektor?
Please, tell me, though he must have been a shade; tell me how he looked. Noble Sharp-Eyes, Nimble-Whiskers, tell me of the dream.

"Tall--perhaps as tall as Sirius, perhaps an inch or two more. Well-muscled, with strong forearms and legs like tree trunks. He never got those muscles in athletic play, but with hard work, and harder warfare. Shining breastplate, arm guards, shin guards--I think they were bronze, but I'm not sure. It looked new, anyway. And he was holding two spears in one hand.

"His hair was dark and curly, and his eyes bright and intelligent. I don't think he missed a single thing that I said or didn't say. He was a young man, but his eyes were tired and full of pain...till I told him how things were with you, and then about twenty years fell from him in an instant.

"Does that sound like your brother?" Peter studies her face. "If not, please blame my poor imagination."

*she lights up, though she still looks a bit worn at the edges*

Oh, may the gods look on you and smile, my friend, Peter.
...what did he say? Was it -- was it news of the siege? I must think that even after he -- had gone to his fathers -- he cared for his city...
He put his city before all things, save his son.

Peter shakes his head. "He said nothing of the siege, or of the city. Though he was still watching over Ilios, he spoke only of you. 'My sister,' he said. 'Have you seen my sister?'

"And he was not speaking of his other forty-nine sisters, either. He wanted to know how you, 'Skandra, fared, and if you were well, and, when he learned of Sirius, what manner of man Sirius is. He wanted to know if there were secrets between you, and how Sirius treated you, knowing your secrets.

"And when at last he knew how things were were between you, he smiled and said that a great gift had been given to both of you. And his eyes were finally at peace.

"And he blessed you both. 'Blessings on 'Skandra and on my brother Sirios,' he said, and he smiled joyfully when he said it."

*tears stand in her eyes*

My brother the War Prince has called Sir'ios his brother?

*she looks almost faint with happiness*

Peter...

"I only quote around here," Peter says firmly. "That's what he said. What that means in Troy, I don't know, but Hektor called Sirius his brother Sir'ios. My apologies for not pronouncing the name properly."

Oh, Peter, my dear brother Peter.

*she embraces him, impulsively, and kisses him on the cheek*

You don't know what it means to me. To hear of him, and to hear that he --

blesses me --

remembers me --

Thank you.

Peter is blushing brick-red now. "You're welcome, 'Skandra," he says gently.

Privately, he wonders why Kassandra would be surprised that her brother would remember her--how could anyone possibly forget her?--but 'Skandra has a tendency to underrate herself, and Peter has no intention of getting into an argument about her worth this evening. Let her simply bask in the happiness of being remembered and loved.

*Nods respectfully at Peter. It's probably the most respectful thing Paul has ever done in his life.*

"Hello, Paul." And Peter smiles at the boy.

There's a big dog outside.

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