I'm sure there's many deep and meaningful things I can say about recusrive storytelling and how the Pevensies are all so closely linked to each other in mind even if they aren't close in body and while these would all be true, I'm distracted by wondering how Smooth Eddie P would translate to life outside Narnia. I mean:

His hand brushes the underside of her wrist as she reaches for the desk, and the book drops from her hand. "Sorry," she whispers and he falls to one knee, her apologies and explanations breaking over his back. When he stands he is closer to her than he was before, and her head tips back to look at him as she accepts her book. Surprise flickers in her eyes, a faint shadow of calculation, before a demure blush covers her cheeks and he follows her back to her table, one hand tucked into the small of her back..

She would not be a Queen of Narnia, Edmund knows. He kisses her anyway.