"Oh, that. I don't know, stay on your best behavior and you might end up in a position to redeem some of those friendship points for one-time exceptions. I said all that without access to the full picture."

Hywel pats Pete's crotch in a decidedly friendly manner.

Friendly, huh. Sure. "Unfortunately I don't do good behavior, so I guess I failed step one."

Anyway, okay, so, journalism club is for Tintin because he knows the original canon, rugby is Hywel, tutoring is Peter, library is... either Edmund or Tom or Susan, then? He's gonna guess Edmund. Out of all of the plot hooks he's been presented with, that is. So no Tom or Susan? Or maybe their routes will be introduced later.

(Did he decide that this is some sort of dating sim, then? Probably, honestly. At least for now he'll operate under that assumption, he hasn't found anything plot-y other than seducing people. And while he's not totally sure why this place in particular was picked out of all starting places the Spirit could have chosen it's not, like, completely mysterious, either. Mary Sue hi-ho.)

What time even is it, the narration never said and he doesn't know what else he can do with the day. Actually what day is it? He's betting Saturday or Sunday, probably Sunday, which means tomorrow classes start. And how does he join these clubs and/or sports? That seems like a today kind of thing.

Hywel has a pinup calendar on the wall! It's Sunday. He also has

an absolutely despicable clock

on the wall, which if interpreted reveals the hour to be 4:30, from context PM.

"You can join up with a club by showing up to the first meeting, mostly, these things are pretty informal," he tells Pete in response to either a question or a confused look.

It was probably the confused look he was giving his handbook. "Does that mean I have nothing at all to do for the rest of today, but what if I want to get started on the plot already," he grumbles.

(Also he thinks the clock is charming tyvm narration.)

"Well, it isn't plot-relevant per se, but you could go for a swim? Strengthens the body, clarifies the mind, et cetera."

"The very fact that you brought it up makes it plot-relevant, though," he says, with a smile. "And it's not a bad idea, anyway," especially because he's pretty sure he was going to check that out anyway if he couldn't find anything else to do so, thank you author for validating his probably future choices.

So he grabs that backpack, unpacks his laptop and couple of books that were inside it, and gets to finding his swimming gear inside his luggage bag.

Hywel awaits the swimming gear with obvious delight.

"I don't know what you're expecting, here, I'm gonna get changed in the locker room," says Pete, grabbing a white Speedo. "Unless, that is, you have a request to make of me."

"I wouldn't dream of stretching your comfort zone the way you're going to stretch that poor, innocent fabric, let alone suggest you make the walk over already dressed for the occasion."

"My comfort zone," he says, half-disbelievingly. "My comfort zone stretches all the way from here to Argentina."

"As will the pouch of that bathing suit!"

"That I make no claims about." Everything he might need stuffed into his pink backpack, he slings it over his shoulder again, pauses at the door to take another good look at Hywel with his shirt unbuttoned and commit the image to memory, then off he goes to the pool.

Hywel moons him at the last second, sticking his tongue out.

Pete cackles giggles and goes on his way to find the pool.

The changing rooms are not full but they're by no means empty; apparently he's not the only one who's had the idea of a swim on the first day.

This idea was even shared, apparently, by Edmund! Who is currently nude, though in the process of pulling on a very European-looking swimsuit, with his back to Pete.

...huh! Is the pool Edmund's route, then? Whose is the library, Susan's? Tom's?

Hmm...

He steps off camera for a second to take a moment to himself, then...

"Hey, Edmund."

He turns. "Oh, heya P-

"Has anyone told you you look quite different without makeup. Wow. Uh."

He hurries to get his suit the rest of the way up.

"I've been told, yes," he says with a grin before dumping his backpack on the floor and proceeding to remove his carefully sexy implementation of the school uniform. "I'm kind of surprised to see this many people here on the first day just like because they wanted to."

(Edmund adjusts himself the second Pete's distracted. He's got it down to an art form.)

"Who doesn't like a nice swim? Probably plenty of people, actually, but I do and apparently so do you, so there you have it."

"And is it just for fun or are you on the swimming team? Or planning to be? —there is a swimming team, yes?"

He puts his swimsuit on and grabs his swimming goggles and cap then looks for a locker to put his backpack in.

"There is a swimming team, I'm not on it. I spend enough time on academics, I really don't need an extra sport on top."

Edmund's happy to share his locker, then follow Pete into the pool. (He feels oddly sad about the cap going on over Pete's hair. Brain why. He's just protecting the dye against chlorine??? Also why are you so invested in seeing his hair?????)

His swimming cap is the same shade of pink as his hair, if that helps?

"I'm planning on joining the swimming and rugby teams. I used to swim and play soccer back in America but I felt like having a change of pace here."

Ohh the worst part of swimming, having to actually get in the water. He needs to spend a few seconds psyching himself up before he can actually jump in.

"Lucy's the footballer in our family; Peter and I like fencing, Susan does archery, Lucy kicks a ball like a normal human being. And we all swim. Rugby, really, has Jenkins corrupted you already?"

He dips a toe into the water then crouches down to peer at it suspiciously. "I feel like it would be really funny to play rugby as a twink, you know? But also I'm not sure you're right about which direction the corruption is going to go in this particular case."

And they all swim? Is this an auxiliary activity in the routes of all Pevensies, then?