voice;

[wintersking]

[Grumbling, under his breath] I can't believe I decided to- oh bother this!

[There are a few sniffles- although he'll vehemently deny that later on, and a noise as Ed wipes his eyes and blinks a lot- but the darned tears just won't stop! Perhaps he cut too many onions?]Lucy, Susan- Pete and Caspian too, if you'd like

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[lionesscouchant]

[She's not coming out of her room. She hates onions]

No!

[wintersking]

[He's confused as to why she's so vehemently declining. And the door's locked because really, he hasn't cried in forever and he isn't about to break that.]

Something wrong, Lu?

[lionesscouchant]

Onions hurt.

[wintersking]

I'm [SLIGHT sniffle and then DENIAL] fine, really. It's just easier this way.

[lionesscouchant]

...are you crying?

[wintersking]

No.

Well, yes. Technically.

[lionesscouchant]

It's because of the onions.

[wintersking]

Yes. Exactly.

But the deities didn't say that the tears had to be of sadness, so these will work for the others. Or they should.

There's no need for the rest of you lot to be punished as well.

[lionesscouchant]

Is this penance?

[wintersking]

For what?

[lionesscouchant]

You tell me. You're the one who's cutting up onions and suffering.

[wintersking]

It's not penance for anything. And it doesn't hurt that badly, really.

[lionesscouchant]

It burns.

[wintersking]

Just in the beginning. And then you get used to it.

[lionesscouchant]

No, thank you.

[wintersking]

Any time.