GENEVIEVE CHEN.
NEW YORK CITY.My dearest Peter,
Well, it seems your sister and your father have won the bet. At dinner, we were so engrossed in our own conversations that we hardly heard Isaac trying to get my attention by saying, "Momma." We didn't even realize it was him at first! We all went around pointing at each other before realizing it was Isaac. Your father threw his hands in the air and asked for his and Susan's payment — in Hershey chocolate kisses.
This whole time I really thought they were referring to money! Imagine my surprise when Briar, my parents, and your mother all shared a look before your mother begrudgingly went into the kitchen, returned with a bag of chocolates, and dumped the entire bag in front of them. They graciously gave me some to take home after noticing how longingly I was staring at the chocolate.
Another wonderful thing that happened tonight: Isaac tried chocolate for the first time. And he loves it! It must run in the family. Maybe he'll be smarter than to leave chocolates in a bag to melt and ruin the bag, though.
Yours truly,
Genevieve Chen
PETER PEVENSIE.
ASLAN'S COUNTRY.My dearest Genevieve,
I told you it'd be some variation of "mum." I said it. Well, I wrote it. But doesn't matter, I was correct. Though my back-up choice for his first word was "bees!" in a terrified voice. You already know he takes after you with chocolate. It wouldn't surprise me at all if your fear of bees is passed down to him.
Oh, no, they never bet with money. It's always something different—sweets, flower petals, fruit. This isn't the first time they've bet with chocolates. It's been a while since I've eaten chocolate. I miss it. Now, my dear, I don't mean to leave you with such a short letter, but I need to go find Edmund and Lucy and brag about my win.
Sincerely yours,
Peter Pevensie
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Evermore ➳ Peter Pevensie
Fanfiction❝yours truly, genevieve chen... sincerely yours, peter pevensie.❞ a heartbroken woman writes letters to her deceased fiancé... and a deceased king responds to the letters written by his grieving fiancée. ( post the last battle. )