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Erik didn't know what exactly he had expected when Peter had approached him and asked him uncharacteristically seriously if they could talk, but it certainly wasn't this. Peter had sat him down on the sofa in an unused sitting room and then launched into a very long and increasingly incoherent story about some unfortunate woman with extremely poor taste in men.
Erik suppressed a sneeze. There must be a lot of dust in the air.
With a start, he realized that Peter had stopped talking. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"I said," said Peter, "that's how you met my mother."