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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

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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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

*tears stand in her eyes*

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

*she looks almost faint with happiness*

Peter...

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"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."

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

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.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

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.