Lucy loved mornings perhaps more than any other time; even after a year, she loved to be in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the castle that never quite stopped moving. There were still so many places to explore and people to talk to (and now she was friends with just about everyone) and things to do, and her mornings were always busy.

She was wandering up from the kitchens, having gotten some fortifying toast and jam after exploring the more obscure passages. When she saw Peter, she waved with her free hand. "Lovely morning, isn't it? Would you like some toast?"