[For Peter]

[lionelthayer]

There isn't too much to the night so far beyond dinner with Peter, and that's kind of the way Lionel likes it. Quieter nights are always better, even if a party here and there does liven things up

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[aminorkey]

Peter's happy to be somewhere peaceful as the Compound seems to be noisier and noisier by the moment. "Ambrosia," he murmurs, studying it and the rather strange colour that he hasn't seen in a great deal of time. "Does it have the alcohol content handily listed on the label, or shall we be guessing on that?" he asks, ruefully.

[lionelthayer]

"I'm in a guessing sort of mood," Lionel admits, giving Peter a grin over the bottle. He hands him the bottle to open as he searches the few piles of things he still hasn't sorted through since moving out of the compound.

Cups are found in the second pile, a couple of non-descript ones he was sure nobody would really miss out of the kitchen (and if they did, this was Lionel's little secret).

[aminorkey]

Peter takes the bottle and watches Lionel from around the label, remarking 'ambrosia' aloud in a bemused tone before he follows along as if he's just something of a lost puppy. "So, I noticed you've new neighbours," he remarks, uncorking the bottle to take a whiff and then wishing he really hadn't done that. "When are you going to introduce me?" he asks, teasingly.

[lionelthayer]

Lionel catches Peter's teasing tone and hands him the cups. It isn't as if he hasn't noticed his new neighbors either. "Whenever they pop up," he says, sitting down on the bed.