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Aw, Golden Age Narnia, you are a balm to my troubled soul. Another one of Peter's lovers (not Osumare Seaworth), Peter and Edmund snark, assassination attempts, alcohol, Peter kills three men naked!

Devoid of context, this is how their exchanges go:

Peter: There's a bottle of Old Bern behind volume six of The Long and Glorious History of Blessed Calormen or whatever the fuck that monstrosity's called; bring it over here, why don't you?
Edmund: How long's he been dead, Pete?
Peter: Since about ten minutes after he tried to kill me in my sleep. Seriously, bring the Old Bern over here; I need it after that.
Edmund: Raedwulf's been in Narnia for almost two years now and had plenty of opportunity to kill you before. Why now?
Peter: Fine, I'll get the damn brandy myself.
Edmund: Put some clothes on.
Peter: Who are you, Susan?
Edmund: You're the High King of Narnia, why are you hiding liquor in your room?

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I am strongly resisting the urge to write a daring adventure story. It is hard, let me tell you, very hard...especially because I have two separate scenarios in my head, and I'm relatively certain they're not unconnected.