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[the_seafarer]

The weather's turning colder, and yet the Hope still floats on the dark still lake. A few frosts have come and gone, and Caspian has made a point of covering her sails carefully when he comes in from a voyage about the lake, but the days are still fine more often than not and no ice has yet formed, and so she stays for now

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[called_lioness]

Pffft, worry.

Why worry? What's there to worry about?

(And in the moments when she wakes up, she can still remember, because of course there are things to worry about, always have been, always will be, and she should think about them but but but but but...)

But Caspian's wife is giving the impression, when she throws her arms around him from behind and murmurs, "Guess who," against his ear that she doesn't see anything at all worth worrying about. (And if she leans in a little closer than she strictly needs to to brush her lips agains his skin, she probably just lost her balance.)

She thinks the chocolate bar gave her has given her more energy than she's had in months, really.

[the_seafarer]

He doesn't quite lose his balance, but certainly he's losing his touch or his concentration, because she has managed to startle him entirely out of his reverie, and he laughs because her breath is tickling the side of his neck, warm in this cold autumn air.

She's out of reach, has the advantage, and even if he tried to turn and catch her, she'dbe able to skip merrily away without ever being caught.

(Lucy did learn more than just grace from the dryads.)

"Hullo," he says instead, and laughs, and catches her hands in his, tugging her arms around his stomach.

[called_lioness]

She's pouting against his neck.

Really! That's what it is, pouting!

"You didn't guess," she says sadly, for all her arms go firm around him and pull him close to her. "You're supposed to guess. What if it were someone else entirely? I might come up and see my husband being hugged by some strange woman, and then I'd have to go snog Lilly to recover from my grief."

[the_seafarer]

"Who else would come up to embrace me like this?" he begins, with a laugh that ends in a rather startled, confused manner as she continues.

"You'd have to what Lilly?"

It's funny how British tea and mannerisms made their way to Narnia, but not the slang.