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[called_lioness]

Her husband is stupid, Lucy concludes while in the bath.

She read that book of Mary's, she thinks as she gets out and dries and dresses again, and she could tell he was enjoying it and he got all upset just because she happens to think Lilly Kane is pretty and fun to flirt with and then he had to go and be stupid, and by go she means not be with

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[the_seafarer]

Bar was so right to give him that hot chocolate. It's way better than tea, tasty and sweet and just right on a cold night like this one.

Caspian feels better than he has in ages, whistling and running down the halls of the House until he reaches his painting, and he still looks incredibly cheerful as he steps through.

Oh.

OH. That's right, Lucy's here. And she's probably still mad at him and he;s still sort of mad at her, because Lilly Kane, but maybe he shouldn't have been so mean about it all. He catches one glimpse of her and looks utterly panicked, before dropping his head and shuffling his feet, his ears bright red.

Studiedly casual, "Hullo, then."

[called_lioness]

"Hullo," she says very coolly and brushes her hair.

Not looking at him, nope.

Nooot looking.

Maybe peeking just a little.

[the_seafarer]

He leans back against the picture frame and studies the floor with practiced coolness.

Minutes go by in silence.

It's so much easier just to lean against things and not actually say anything. She'd probably bite his head off, anyway.

Women.

[called_lioness]

She wanted to kiss. He was the one that started biting heads off.

Men.

"You look stupid standing there," she informs him, glancing over again for a moment before going back to brushing her hair.