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Peter Pevensie

Edmund put a checkmark next to "food preparations" on Susan's to-do list for the upcoming joust and ceremony afterwards. Sure, he didn't speak to (Y/n) yet, but she probably had it done.
He walked casually into the kitchen. It was empty except for (Y/n). It was always empty lately. Edmund wouldn't be surprised if (Y/n) force the staff out because she was getting overwhelmed with all the people "meddling."
"(Y/n), I need some favors," Edmund said.
"Sure," (Y/n) smiled. "Whatever you need."
"No, I need literal favors. Small baskets of sweets, maybe some pastry and dried herbs?"
(Y/n) nodded. "I'll start right away. Sit. You're going to read the recipes."
Edmund groaned. "Where's Lucy?"
"Busy right now," she said. "Besides, we never get anytime alone."
They stared awkwardly at each other.
"You're right. That sounds strange," (Y/n) said.
To Edmund's salvation, Peter came in through the doors.
"Before you get excited, you're still helping," (Y/n) said before he could run for it.
Peter nodded a greeting and entered the stores. He would probably be checking if the supplies were put In order, so he'd be in and out.
"All right," Edmund sighed. "First things, of course–cookies! Who could resist cookies–(Y/n)?"
"Hmm?" (Y/n) said blinking. "Oh! Yes, cookies."
She pulled out ingredients that Edmund read to her and she made the cookie dough no time.
"Susan likes everything in themes. She requested they be shaped like pennants," Edmund Said.
(Y/n) was mixing the batter intensely...though it didn't need any more mixing.
Edmund saw she wasn't even looking at her hands. He snapped his fingers. "Oi! Did you hear me?"
"Sorry, what?"
Edmund narrowed his eyes and repeated himself. (Y/n) started preparing a gelatin mixture. She stirred the liquid vigorously.
"I say, Ed," Peter called from the storage room. "How many boxes of carrots?"
He stepped out to look at his brother.
"Only three," Edmund called. "We bought them from–"
He was interrupted by a sharp cry from (Y/n). He saw the gelatin dripping on the floor.
"What happened!" He pouted. Gelatin was his favorite.
"Oh my goodness!" (Y/n) gasped. "My mistake! My hand slipped and must've–I'll pay for the ingr–"
Peter shook his head. "Not necessary, (Y/n)," he smiled. "It was an accident. Why don't you let the kitchen staff take care of this? Maybe they can help you too...Edmund's not the best."
Edmund didn't hear the comment though. He was carefully examining (Y/n)'s demeanor.
Next he knew, it was just Peter with him.
"That's not like (Y/n)," Edmund commented as he began putting the pieces of the whole incident together in his head. He smirked at Peter.
"She was tired."
"She had the day off yesterday."
Peter's cheeks turned pink. "I took her down the river actually."
Edmund laughed. "Ha! She likes you," he teased.
"No, she–"
"And you like her!"
"No! Well yes– not like–"
Edmund began walking away a smug smile on his face. "Uh huh. Think you can lie to Edmund? Nope! Not when gelatin blood has been shed, brother!"
"You're strange."
"You're in love with (Y/n)."
"Ed!" Peter blushed.
"You started it."