"Oh, God. She's going to make me suffer for this, isn't she."

"...okay you're going to need to explain the thought process there I don't know what you're talking about."

"I had a mate in primary school, N- fuck, I have to forget that name now, he-eeeeee, uh, they were very fond of. Talking in the way that Niamh talks. And moved towns very abruptly before Year 6 and now I have a much better guess why. And would definitely have not re-introduced themself purely so they could make me twitch, vindictive b- ah, b- hm. Bugger."

Tintin listens to this with growing delight. "Oh, you poor idiot."

Okay it's back to giggling for him. "Oh can I watch, can I watch, I want to watch what happens when you tell her you figured it out."

"But I must be there as well! Can we make an expedition -"

"For the love of God. Yes, you may both watch as she dances on my charred remains. We are not going right now. We can do lunch. Breakfast is almost over anyway."

"Excellent, it's a date."

Breakfast is, indeed, almost over.

Next up: assembly! Again!

...right. That thing. Again. Which they're going to have every day.

He's a bit too young to properly be a NuAtheist but he's feeling some sympathies right now. Like, come on, he just deconverted!

Pat pat.

When they arrive at the amphitheater: Susan! She waves.

"Peter wanted to talk to you," she says to Edmund. "Might need to un-limpet."

"Awh," he says, un-limpeting. He offers Pete a kiss on the cheek.

He leans into the kiss with a grin before turning said grin to Susan. "Good morning!"

"And also with you!" she chirps.

"Ready for an hour of being bored out of your mind?"

"Oh, it's not a full hour, it only feels like one for us godless. ...like to know a secret, though?"