[Hearing Peter's laughter draws a full laugh from Edmund as well, simple and unrestrained and it's like something that the cold had wound tight in his chest finally released it's hold.]

It may well be the song but you've usually the sense to leave it to the fauns!

[We're friends.

That is a new assertion, and something he's certain has some history to it. Something had happened and Peter was still gnawing on it like an old dog with a bone. He'd speak of it when he was ready. That did, however, mean that the topic was an unwelcome one.]

Though, speaking of fauns and their musical tastes. Do you think we'll be able to find the materials for Bonfire Night?