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Only Lucy was crazy. The other two were locked up. :)

Yeah, I like perfect daughter Peta too; I think it's probably more in character that teenage delinquent Peta.

I think they're all crowned again, and Caspian's Prince Consort, but I'm not positive.

...oh! I've found an Edmund POV missing scene!

"You're a hammer, Ed," Lucy says, kicking her heels up where she's sitting on the Stone Table. She seems to delight in defiling the thing this way -- as for himself, Edmund can barely look at it without shuddering. Too close, too damned close -- sixteen years later and it still haunts him, how close he'd come to being gutted on it.

"What?" he says.

Lucy says it again, and adds, "You think all problems are nails, and that if you hit them long enough, you'll solve them."

"I don't think all problems are nails," Edmund says, absurdly hurt. "And if you hit most things long enough, something gets solved. Anyway, if that doesn't work, that's what you and Su are for."

"Su's nearly as bad as you and Peta, though," Lucy says amiably. She grins mischievously at him. "Maybe you're overcompensating for being the only boy in a family of girls."

"Oh, shut up," Edmund says. "I got more than enough of that from everyone else, never mind you."

She props her chin on her fist. "I wonder what you'd have been like if there was another boy in the family? If Susan was -- oh, I don't know, Samuel."

"Scared," Edmund says promptly. "He probably would have been an awful bully, like a certain sister of ours I can name. At least I can run faster than Su."

"Don't be obnoxious, Ed," Lucy says. She snaps her fingers. "What if Peta had been Peter?"

Edmund gives her a disbelieving look. She shrugs. "Do you think she -- he -- would still like boys?"

Edmund covers his face with one hand and says into his palm, "Hardly relevent to the matter at hand, Lu."

He sees her grin at him through his fingers. "Well, if he was shagging Caspian into next week --"

There's a choking sound from behind him.

"What are we talking about, now?" Peta asks, as Edmund turns to see her strolling in with Caspian at her side.

Lucy bounces in her seat. "Do you think you'd still be shagging Caspian if you were a boy, Peta?"

"I think I'd be concentrating on winning a certain war," Peta says, although she smiles a little bit. Caspian is studiously studying the space over Lucy's head, his ears burning scarlet.

She continues, "Is Su not back yet, then?"

"She's still out on patrol," Edmund says. "She was due back an hour ago -- you want we should send someone looking? We usually wait until it's been longer than that, especially with the weather the way it is." He gestures vaguely at the walls -- it's been raining nonstop for more than a week now. There's a spate of broken bones, sprains, and colds in the makeshift infirmary, and they're all sincerely hoping no one gets pneumonia.

"No, we'll wait," Peta says, giving him a patient look. She should know; she wrote the bloody rules. "I'll take over for her with the archers, then; Aslan knows I need the practice."

"Don't shoot anyone," Edmund says, grinning at her.

She ignores him and curls her fingers around Caspian's sleeve, dragging him along with her. "And for the record," she says to him, loud enough that Edmund and Lucy can still hear her easily, "even if I were a boy, I'd still think you were bloody gorgeous."

Caspian's ears go red again.

Lucy turns back towards Edmund. "If you were a girl," she says, "do you think you'd still like girls?"