Pape'ete, Tahiti, Saturday

[lockestheway]

Thankfully, the visit to Tahiti was less fraught with potentially difficult negotiations with heads of state. Peter was greeted and accepted quite heartily, taken to a private diplomat's dinner upon arrival last night and then driven to his hotel

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[whenshewasnice]

That Girl was not at Homecoming. She'd considered it, briefly, but Jim visiting her for a couple of days had basically been all the Homecoming she needed. She'd visit Fandom at some other time.

And besides, Tahiti. It was pretty nice. Which was why Natalie - and yes, a bodyguard, largely for show - was taking a walk too, although she was more taking the occasional picture rather than answering emails. But she did send one message.

Found a place that does ice cream with proper Tahitian vanilla. I'll send you the coordinates if you want to join me.

[lockestheway]

Peter glanced up at his burly bodyguards. Eh, who cared what they thought anyway?

Sounds great. Let me and the big guys know. They look emaciated.

They looked unimpressed with Peter, is what they looked like.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie figured as much. She sent the address to him, along with an, We'll be here, I'll save you a seat.

The place wasn't that packed, anyway, so keeping a table to herself wouldn't have been hard even if she hadn't been accompanied by a guard. But the ice cream was really good.

[lockestheway]

Peter made it there about ten minutes later, ducking his head in. "Oh, this is nice," he said, while privately making a mental note to check if they still had their establishment up to the health code. "Natalie. What a surprise."