"I've a hand or two," says Caspian with a shovel held up and leaning against his own shoulder. Yes, he can do manual labor. Bet you didn't see that coming.
<3 YAY NORMALCY!winterskingJanuary 8 2009, 00:35:46 UTC
As a matter of fact, he didn't. Ed blanks for a moment before giving a nod. "If you want to help. But you don't have to." it's cold but not too cold- aptly seasonal and his cheeks are already bright red.
And yes. He is wearing the hat and scarf combo. But in his defense they're the only one he has. Don't judge.
He pauses after shoveling another bit onto the side of their house.
Caspian is dressed down as a Caspian can dress down, meaning jeans and a t-shirt under another long sleeve shirt under a one of those hooded jackets topped up with a scarf. But never a hat. No he isn't one for covering his hair except with a (god awful) crown. He smiles at the Just. Feeling better are we, or is this one way to cope with sibling tension?
"Let us not speak of obligations, otherwise it would sound like real work," he remarks while setting the shovel into the snow, boot to the edge and digging in. Caspian does know how to do this. Surprise.
He mirrors the tossing gesture to the other side of the walkway, careful to avoid the snow faun and dryad.
"Are you implying something, Edmund Pevensie," Caspian asks in jest. It's fairly obvious isn't it, the Telmarine Prince turned Telmarine King. What would he know of this sort of labor when he has always had the option of staying in his quarters close to a fire? "It isn't so hard to learn," he remarks while dumping another pile of snow, "it's good exercise and it... builds character."
Okay maybe that last part is telling of his somewhat comfortable lifestyle.
Lucy comes out of the house, her head wrapped in a scarf, and pulling up her mittens. "Hello," she says with a wave. Even though she had spent almost an hour out with Ed earlier to make the dryad, she was looking forward to helping with shoveling the snow.
"You two look very hard at work," she says, carrying her shovel up to bury it in the snow.
"We are." Ed replies in a cheeky manner. "Or at least, one of us is." he gives another glance at the Telmarine and then his eyes drift over to their masterpiece- the Dryad looks bright and colorful now, with the addition of Lucy's cloth flowers. It's an odd sight to see a tree spirit in the middle of winter, certainly.
"I think your shovel's over there, Lu." he nods his head back to the smaller plastic shovel leaning against the side of the house.
Oh you want to play it that way do you? Caspian arches a brow at Edmund for that remark, and responds in kind. By tossing a lightly packed snowball at the Just. Really now, really.
Then his attention shifts to Lucy.
"Hello, Lucy. Are you going to help too? I think Edmund may need it."
Okay, so she has a shovel that belongs to Peter who's arm is a little too big for her, but she doesn't care. She shovels a little snow and giggles at the snowball that hits Edmund. She anticipates another snowball but shovels her snow without comment.
"I am!" She announces. "Edmund always does need my help, he wouldn't get anything done otherwise."
But strangely true, actually. Lucy keeps them all grounded- and to the Just, she's the most level-headed out of all of them. Put together. Sometimes he thinks about matters like this- and has already come to the conclusion that out of all of them, Lucy has the oldest soul, so to speak. She has the most faith- and part of him wishes he could have that as well.
Serious thoughts aside, Ed packs his own snowball and rubs it in Caspian's hair before ducking and retreating to his own shoveling area.
"I really wouldn't, Lu. What would I do without you?" his tone is joking- but Lucy should know better, should know that he's telling the truth.
Caspian is so floored by this act that he just kind of stands there for a moment, hair wet and efficiently messy. The snow down the back of his neck is cold cold cold! He takes his scarf off to rub at the wetness before it can sink under his collar. Shaking his hair out has been compared to the action of a dog.
"Is this what you do in England," asks the Telmarine of both Pevensies, feigning his offense as he wraps his neck once more. Watch your back, Edmund.
"You would starve in filth," Lucy says with expert knowledge of her brother. She grins up at him and keeps shoveling, trying not to laugh at the look on the Telmarine's face. He just looks so horrified, it's hard to keep a straight face.
However, as soon as he asks the question she looks up at him with guileless eyes. "All the time. Peter's the best at it."
Ed can't help but snigger- but yes, he is watching his back, Telmarine. He's ready for any sneak attacks you might have planned up your sleeve. "I remember mentioning something about forever and debts, anyways."
It's true. Peter is the best at it. There's a pause before he speaks, the mention of his brother stopping him for a moment.
"We're all rather ruthless. But Peter, on the other hand, is a beast." he smiles- and suddenly it's like everything is normal again.
"It is clever of you to appeal to his pride," he says to both Lucy and Edmund.
Mentioning him at all is a curious thing, having seen what he's seen, but the Just doesn't appear so troubled by it. Back to normal is a nice way of putting it, if that's the case. But it is true, stroking that man's ego by making shoveling a matter of pride is the way to get him to do most of the work. Hopefully Peter's ears are burning.
"What else do you do in England," asks Caspian, genuinely curious.
"Appeal to his pride? But he's not here." Lucy's eyes go a little wide; she genuinely doesn't understand the comment.
But Lucy isn't oblivious to the slight strife going on in the house. While she doesn't know the details, she does know something is going on. But today she won't ask, and just let it go.
"We go to school, and Edmund and Peter go to a boys school, while Susan and I go to a girls school. Susan swims really well! I prefer ball games."
"I'm not." Ed says- it's obviously a kind of touchy subject. He isn't, either- just stating the truth.
"And we do about a thousand maths questions." The younger Pevensie brother has to groan inwardly at this. "And there are fights on the underground." he shrugs his shoulders- not really sure why he mentions this. But it's such a part of their school life now, anyways.
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And yes. He is wearing the hat and scarf combo. But in his defense they're the only one he has. Don't judge.
He pauses after shoveling another bit onto the side of their house.
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"Let us not speak of obligations, otherwise it would sound like real work," he remarks while setting the shovel into the snow, boot to the edge and digging in. Caspian does know how to do this. Surprise.
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Ed glances wryly at the Telmarine, watching him shovel as he dumps another load of snow onto the side of their lawn, away from the walkways.
"I'm assuming that you learned to do this here. I don't think they did much shoveling in Narnia."
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"Are you implying something, Edmund Pevensie," Caspian asks in jest. It's fairly obvious isn't it, the Telmarine Prince turned Telmarine King. What would he know of this sort of labor when he has always had the option of staying in his quarters close to a fire? "It isn't so hard to learn," he remarks while dumping another pile of snow, "it's good exercise and it... builds character."
Okay maybe that last part is telling of his somewhat comfortable lifestyle.
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"You two look very hard at work," she says, carrying her shovel up to bury it in the snow.
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"I think your shovel's over there, Lu." he nods his head back to the smaller plastic shovel leaning against the side of the house.
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Then his attention shifts to Lucy.
"Hello, Lucy. Are you going to help too? I think Edmund may need it."
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"I am!" She announces. "Edmund always does need my help, he wouldn't get anything done otherwise."
That's a joke.
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Serious thoughts aside, Ed packs his own snowball and rubs it in Caspian's hair before ducking and retreating to his own shoveling area.
"I really wouldn't, Lu. What would I do without you?" his tone is joking- but Lucy should know better, should know that he's telling the truth.
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Oh no you did not.
Caspian is so floored by this act that he just kind of stands there for a moment, hair wet and efficiently messy. The snow down the back of his neck is cold cold cold! He takes his scarf off to rub at the wetness before it can sink under his collar. Shaking his hair out has been compared to the action of a dog.
"Is this what you do in England," asks the Telmarine of both Pevensies, feigning his offense as he wraps his neck once more. Watch your back, Edmund.
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However, as soon as he asks the question she looks up at him with guileless eyes. "All the time. Peter's the best at it."
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It's true. Peter is the best at it. There's a pause before he speaks, the mention of his brother stopping him for a moment.
"We're all rather ruthless. But Peter, on the other hand, is a beast." he smiles- and suddenly it's like everything is normal again.
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Mentioning him at all is a curious thing, having seen what he's seen, but the Just doesn't appear so troubled by it. Back to normal is a nice way of putting it, if that's the case. But it is true, stroking that man's ego by making shoveling a matter of pride is the way to get him to do most of the work. Hopefully Peter's ears are burning.
"What else do you do in England," asks Caspian, genuinely curious.
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But Lucy isn't oblivious to the slight strife going on in the house. While she doesn't know the details, she does know something is going on. But today she won't ask, and just let it go.
"We go to school, and Edmund and Peter go to a boys school, while Susan and I go to a girls school. Susan swims really well! I prefer ball games."
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"And we do about a thousand maths questions." The younger Pevensie brother has to groan inwardly at this. "And there are fights on the underground." he shrugs his shoulders- not really sure why he mentions this. But it's such a part of their school life now, anyways.
"Lu's got a wicked throw. Don't make her angry."
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