[He chuckled and flicked a little more water in his brother's direction, but it was playful instead of mocking. Yes, he'd brought the basket in with the purpose of weaving them into his brother's hair, but that didn't mean that Edmund would let him. Especially here, in this strange place with it's strange people and it's magic. Peter wouldn't have blamed him at all if the idea of braiding flowers into his hair was too 'childish' or 'silly' for his little brother, the stress of the place earning quick wit and a sharp tongue.
He was glad that it didn't, though.
He stretched out enough to grab the comb off the counter, then it was a matter of adjusting himself to be able to reach Ed's hair without having to bend too much. Combing it took time, as did separating out sections, but Peter filled the time with another song. This one was lighter, less the haunting memory of a home that they both missed and more of a springtime revival. He even included the wicked bits that made Susan glare at him, then giggle behind his back when she thought he couldn't hear her anymore.]
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He was glad that it didn't, though.
He stretched out enough to grab the comb off the counter, then it was a matter of adjusting himself to be able to reach Ed's hair without having to bend too much. Combing it took time, as did separating out sections, but Peter filled the time with another song. This one was lighter, less the haunting memory of a home that they both missed and more of a springtime revival. He even included the wicked bits that made Susan glare at him, then giggle behind his back when she thought he couldn't hear her anymore.]