"well i suppose you prefer them dead, dear. so long as they're, um. ooh, perhaps i've said too much."
"...is it fish?"
"aslan's mane! you're good at this!"
"i think you have to stop picking things that are food, love."
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"put those down. PUT THOSE DOWN!" lucy yells, and runs across the suite to where caspian is fiddling with some metal canisters. she snatches them away. "what did i say? are you mutt and jeff?!"
"deaf," tumnus translates automatically, not even looking up from his chess game with edmund.
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"so who's performing?" asks caspian. he, edmund, and tumnus are piled in the back of the van. they can hear the constant bickering of the beavers up front. lucy and reep are already at the theater.
"uhhh," says tumnus, checking the program. "jadis?"
"jadis who?"
tumnus shrugs. "just jadis. one name. you know, like madonna or something. or sting."
"or cher," caspian says, nodding thoughtfully.
edmund says, "i hear she's a bit of a diva. alright, we're a couple blocks away. remember, trumpkin can only distract them with his anti-dwarf discrimination shtick for so long before they just pick him up and toss him on the street. think fast, people. and be even faster."
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"sometimes, nineteen."
"'sometimes'?!"
"well i suppose you prefer them dead, dear. so long as they're, um. ooh, perhaps i've said too much."
"...is it fish?"
"aslan's mane! you're good at this!"
"i think you have to stop picking things that are food, love."
+
"put those down. PUT THOSE DOWN!" lucy yells, and runs across the suite to where caspian is fiddling with some metal canisters. she snatches them away. "what did i say? are you mutt and jeff?!"
"deaf," tumnus translates automatically, not even looking up from his chess game with edmund.
+
"so who's performing?" asks caspian. he, edmund, and tumnus are piled in the back of the van. they can hear the constant bickering of the beavers up front. lucy and reep are already at the theater.
"uhhh," says tumnus, checking the program. "jadis?"
"jadis who?"
tumnus shrugs. "just jadis. one name. you know, like madonna or something. or sting."
"or cher," caspian says, nodding thoughtfully.
edmund says, "i hear she's a bit of a diva. alright, we're a couple blocks away. remember, trumpkin can only distract them with his anti-dwarf discrimination shtick for so long before they just pick him up and toss him on the street. think fast, people. and be even faster."