rthstewart | So, that's what Susan and Edmund we're doing in Moscow

Susan! Edmund! Cranky!Drunk!Edmund! Cold War Spies! go and read

snacky here now!

If you've been following, you know courtesy of me,

linneasr,

snacky,

autumnia and

snacky that

I ship Peter and a camel,
That Asim and Eustace discussed the secret while in Morocco with Mary and the camels who lust after Peter
That there were plans to go to Florida to look for alligators and New Mexico for cannibal dinosaurs
That Eustace, Mary, Peter, and Asim do go to Florida and lose and and find a camera and abuse the word magnificent here and here and here
And that Peter gets drunk on moonshine, Mary offers a cure and reveals that she knows about Dwarf Lightning and centaurs, and then tequila and peyote are consumed
I have it on good authority that

lady_songsmith is in the midst of attempting to satisfy Peter/Mary shippers (as opposed to the Peter/Dalia shippers) as reported in this tweet: Right, ok, I have a full glass of Riesling and another bottle in the fridge. I also have a headache, but hey, let's get Peter laid.

A burning question of

snacky 's Florida contribution to the hydra comment fic of TSG AU 1952 where no one dies except some mosquitos, is what were Susan and Edmund doing in Moscow on the rat and crow business? Well,

anastigmatfic

EDIT

See below for the return of Tebbitt
Go see what metonomia did involving Lucy
And now we know that Jill is a revolutionary and a doctor

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Edmund sat up and looked at the silver rectangular container in Tebbitt's hand. He thought he could hear the liquid inside sloshing around as the other man waved the flask in front of him.

Perhaps he will not run Peridan through after all. And he will not have to give Susan a reason to toss him overboard.

Tebbitt twisted the cap off and handed the metal container to him. Edmund brought it to nose and sniffed. It certainly smelled of liquor. He raised the flask in mock salute and took a swig. He swished the liquid in his mouth, savoring the burning sensation before he swallowed.

"Good stuff," he said, warmed by the alcohol flowing through his body. He lowered the flask and examined the dents and scuff marks that marred the silver. "Dare I ask?" he said, rubbing his fingers into the shallow depressions in the metal.

"Better not to," answered the other man. "I may have to kill you if you knew."

Edmund briefly entertained the idea of a duel with the man. He wondered which of them would win. Tebbitt knew how to use a gun and fly a plane, but Edmund had learned how to fight with blades and his hands. He shook his head and dismissed the thought (for now). With a shrug, he reluctantly returned the flask to its owner. "It makes the vodka taste like water."

Tebbitt snorted. "From what I've heard, you were drinking it like water." He took a deep draught from it and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"It was stronger than I expected it to be."

"Finest compliment you can pay to any Gentleman's good taste," Tebbitt recited. At Edmund's querying glance, he elaborated. "It's an Old Forester from the early '40s. I've hoarded a few bottles while working at the Embassy in Washington."

"Ah." He wasn't of drinking age back then. At least, not in this world. "And you're sure my sister knows nothing of your contraband?"

"As I said, contingency plans. Otherwise, I'm sure she would have tipped it into the Black Sea by now."

"I highly doubt that."

"Oh?"

"Susan is to aged bourbon as Peter is to tequila."

(Tebbitt is quoting directly from a 1941 advertisement for Old Forester, which you can see here.)

Another spew warning. Oh what have we wrought? Brilliant. "Susan is to aged bourbon as Peter is to tequila." Amazing

I remembered the Peter and Susan conversation scene in AW, so of course it made sense to reference it here. :-)

And you know, research is fun. And slightly challenging as I'm not really into alcohol either.

LOVE that line - and now I'm even more anxious to get caught up on AW. :)

Tebbit was shocked (and yet not) to discover Susan sipping on a glass of fine aged bourbon- *his* fine aged bourbon- when he drops by her cabin after leaving Edmund.

"You sleep too soundly", she said, "and I was suspicious the moment I realized there seemed to be no alcohol on the entire boat."

So, that's what Susan and Edmund we're doing in Moscow

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