"That's the idea," Simon said, strapping on a leather wristcuff and then pulling on his boots. "I'll get you some water. Drink all of it before we go or you'll dehydrate yourself too quickly." He was giving orders already. Or, perhaps, he'd always been but Peter never noticed. Yes, he asked Peter from time to time but he always expected positive answers or responses to those questions. Peter was still free to deny him, free to refuse the water, but Simon had a feeling he wouldn't.

Simon himself was downing a glass too, before preening a little in the mirror and giving Peter a definite look over.

"All right," he said, whether or not the glass set out for his friend was touched. "Off we go to get our Petey an education," he grinned. "Take my jacket. Don't want your skin rubbed off if we tumble."