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[called_lioness]

It's not an overly large house, in Finchley, but it's large enough to hold a family.

It doesn't, now, but it looks like it still could. There's enough rooms and enough furniture, and in one of those rooms there's a wardrobe, and when the door opens and she steps out, Lucy blinks, and starts to laugh.

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[the_seafarer]

Caspian blinks and bangs an elbow into the wardrobe door as he steps out, but his attention is otherwise engaged.

"War Drobe?" he hazards, turning towards her with a slight smile.

[called_lioness]

"Of course," around her giggles, "where else?"

She's still grinning, as she looks around, though the laughter fades.

"And Finchley, too. Well."

Well. Well.

And what now, really, she wonders, as she turns and looks around the room, before pushing her hair back.

"Well," again. "Here we are."

[the_seafarer]

"Here we are," he agrees, and walks further into the room, looking about with interest before turning to face her again.

"Your home?" Turns again. "Is this your room?"

[called_lioness]

"It was," she answers, absently, as she looks out the window. There used to be a tree outstide it, but there's just a stump now.

"No. Peter's. Mine's across the hall."

[the_seafarer]

He follows her gaze to the window, and looks out with obvious interest, walking over to lean against the sill.

The buildings are large and awkward and strong, and he smiles, delighted, watching the movement down below.

"Do you want to go see yours? Where would you like to go, Lu?"

[called_lioness]

"I've seen it before, you know," nudging him with her shoulder, "so whatever you like, after visiting my parents. And--yes, actually," she finishes, straightening and stretching a bit.

It's another moment before she actually walks over to the door, and it's several, if she's honest, before she goes in her room and just stands there.

It's much like she remembers it, really. Perhaps a bit neater than the last time she'd been in there.

[the_seafarer]

He hasn't followed her, quite, but Caspian stands back in the hallway and watches her shoulders, watches her head lift, and says nothing while she looks around.

It's very quiet, here.

[called_lioness]

It used to always be louder than this.

There are two stuffed animals on her bed, and one doll--none of which she'd seen for years, really, before...well, before--and she picks the doll up, gently, smiling a bit at it and carefully smoothing the old skirt and string hair.

"Aren't you coming in?" she asks, finally, as she sits on the bed and looks in the direction of the hall again.

[the_seafarer]

A few steps in, and the bed dips as he sits next to her, looking around. The stuffed animals grab his attention and he picks one up, turning it over in his hands curiously.

"A lovely room," he says, and smiles over at her.

[called_lioness]

"I always liked it. Su and I used to share it," she answers quietly, smiling down at the doll.

"It used to be larger." Even if she hasn't really grown, since she left, it still seems smaller, somehow.

[the_seafarer]

"A shrinking room?" He looks mildly amused, but puts down the stuffed animal and drops his hands in his lap, looks over at her.

"Do you suppose Su is about?"

[called_lioness]

"Wasn't what I meant," she mock-glares, and sticks her tongue out at the first question.

At the second, though, her amusement fades and she stands, quickly. "I'd hope not, but we should probably head out before we tempt fate."

She doesn't want to see Su today, if she can help it.

[the_seafarer]

"We'd better be on our way, then," he agrees, and stands. Still, it's a moment before he makes a move towards the door, and even then he moves slowly, reaching down to take her hand. "Maybe we ought to find your parents?"

[called_lioness]

Lucy looks a little amused as she takes his hand and moves out the hall and towards the front with him. "Well, it won't be hard."

[the_seafarer]

He makes a face as they walk down the hallway. "Well, no, I suppose not," he begins, but then they are at the door and stepping out into the day and he stops speaking, to look.

Cars, he thinks, are the oddest things he's ever seen, despite the photographs of London proper that Lucy had showed him, and he stares as one goes by, rumbling along.

[called_lioness]

And everything else aside--which is rather quite a bit, all right, but still, everything else aside--she grins to watch him, and enjoys the look on his face.

"Welcome to England, then," she says cheerfully, still smiling as she watches him.