For Peter: Dated Sunday November 25th

[tooprettytodie]

Valkyrie was glad that she didn't have to hound Peter too much to make sure that he showed up for the picnic. She tried to make sure that she was understanding of his schedule and didn't assume every time he said a certain time wasn't good for him he was just making up excuses. In the end, they settled for a Sunday afternoon not all that far from the Compound.

It wasn't anything fancy, mostly just leftovers from whatever meal was cooked a few days ago with a lot of fruit and vegetables. An exciting meal wasn't the point, the point was to give Peter a reason to get cleaned up to have human contact with someone. Valkyrie hoped that after she saw him he'd start to pick himself back together at least a little bit. The guy lost his wife, so she wasn't expecting a miracle, but hopefully knowing someone cared about him enough to check up had helped.

So, with warmed up boar burgers and some side dishes, Valkyrie waited for Peter to show up. She'd give him five minutes past the agreed upon time to show up before she started hunting him down. If it came to that, she would find him.

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[tooprettytodie]

"Some of the traditional holiday, Irish things. Nothing I'm really keen on that I can't get here though."

She certainly missed some of her mum's old standbys, but she was sure pretty much everyone missed that sort of thing. She wasn't particularly fond of fast food or anything like that, although she could see how it would be miserable here food-wise if you did. Although...

"And pizza. I miss pizza."

[daretodo]

"Pizza!" I throw my arms in mock anguish.

Adopting a vaguely Italian accent, I add, "What I would not give for a real New York pizza pie."

[tooprettytodie]

"Not really a big deal in Ireland," Valkyrie admitted, throwing up her hands in... mocking mock anguish.

"At least, not New York pizza. We're a little closer to, you know... Italy."