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[bedlamsbard]

You know, I probably shouldn't be as amused with this line as I am, but it just keeps making me grin.

"Nevertheless, my previous dealings with your girlfriend the talking country have been less than enjoyable, let me say," Edmund said firmly.

"Now that just hurts," Peter drawled. "And I think that's my wife the talking country you're talking about there."

(From "Old Timber to New Fires", the Caspian in the Golden Age story.)

Comments

[snacky]

Heh, Narnia's the only girl for Peter.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

But of course! Peter is faithful like that, and Narnia is jealous and possessive.

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

*lots of immature giggling*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Well, she is. (She's also very confused right now, but let's not get into that.)

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

NARNIA IT IS.

Hahahahaha, I need to see this.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Narnia really does care. It's just that her way of showing it usually involves debilitating headaches.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

SNORTLE.

your mind is kind of awesome, you know.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Blame realpestilence for this one. *grin*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

HER mind is completely batshit.

but also awesome.

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Oh, but we WILL. Elsewhere! *stalks you*

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

I HEARD THAT!


*preens*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Hey, if you can impugn my nicety on your LJ, i can impugn your sanity on other people's. Fair's fair.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Peter just decided to perform a foolproof test to see if Caspian really was a king of Narnia: Caspian's blood, Narnia's soil, trusting that Narnia would tell Peter if Caspian was really who he said he was.

She did. With a headache that backlashed and hit Caspian as well as Peter, then spilled over and hit Edmund too.

“Pete?” Edmund said from behind her bulk, his voice raw. “What the hell was that?”

Peter swore, the words liquid and unfamiliar, and then he said, “Oh, Trickster’s fucking balls, my head. Shut up, baby.”

“Pete?” Edmund said again. “You all right there?”

“No,” Peter said shortly. “Darling, I love you an enormous amount, please shut up, you’re giving me a headache.”

“Have I mentioned lately that that’s really creepy?”

“Try being me. Oh, Aslan.”

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

There *is* no impugnation here. *preens more*

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Something tells me you like being mad :p

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

And a good time was had by all! *whoops*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Not according to them!

[lyamainu.livejournal.com]

Oh dear lion, I want to read this.

Narnia/Peter=My OTP!!!!

Seriously. I'm not even kidding.