Susan finds Peter sulking just beyond the square, sitting on a doorstep and staring morosely at his green balloon sword.

"Why aren't you at the party?" he mumbles.

"I came to check up you, silly. Make sure you haven't killed anything."

"Ha. The most I can probably do with this is pop it and startle people."

She gathers her skirt about herself and sits next to him, and Peter makes a show of not making room for her. Susan squeezes in anyway. "I have a present for you," she says.

"Oh?"

"It's Aslan." She holds it out to him and Peter takes it with a perplexed look on his face. "A balloon Aslan."