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[bedlamsbard]

It strikes me that on occasion my Pevensies are the least heroic heroes ever.

This comes from the first five hundred words of Dust 9 being Peter throwing up, for those that were wondering. (He also woke up in bed with a prostitute on a floating brothel-slash-casino, but let's not go there yet.)

Welcome to New Orleans Cair Paravel. Seriously, city would have been a hell of a lot more wholesome if I'd gone to Wellesley instead of Tulane.