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"So, you're off to New Orleans," Peter said, leaning against the door jamb to Kermit's office.
Kermit looked up from his computer. "Yes. Get packed."
"What?"
"I know you'll probably just follow me anyway, so get packed now and come with me. It'll save time later on."
Peter grinned. "You just want me to come with you so you know I won't get into trouble while your gone."
"You found me out. I live to keep you out of trouble. Meet me at the airport in an hour."