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[called_lioness]

Some days Lucy can't deal with her husband.

It's not a fault on either of their parts, and it's not to imply that she's angry with him, because she's certainly not

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[iustus_rex]

Edmund steps out of his painting

(a young boy (Arch) holds a baby (Ingress), his opal-colored eyes round and green with astonishment. "I was never this small," he declares firmly to his mother. "Or smelly."

She only laughs, and smooths a hand over his hair.)

and (only blinking a little) into the kitchen. He left a book here, on the table -- well, maybe on the counter -- okay, somewhere in this room, he's pretty certain, except --

Oh, dash it all, no, he left it in the living room instead.

[called_lioness]

He did.

Lucy's tears stop the moment she hears the first footstep and her breathing steadies the next moment as she bends a bit more over her tea and wipes at her eyes.

[iustus_rex]

She's left the lights mostly off, but that's not entirely, and Edmund hesitates just inside the painting.

"I say--" he starts, and then his tone changes abruptly to something both sharper and quieter with, "Lu?"

[called_lioness]

"Hullo, Ed."

Even voice. Even, and focusing on tea.

"Would you like tea?"