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So when had "God save the Queen" become more than just the anthem?

That's what Edmund's been pondering-- an excuse for brooding the night away, really, since he knows he won't get the correct answer, a definite line to draw in time. He would stay in his head tonight if only he weren't getting that look from-- he had said it aloud, hadn't he?

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Ignoring the question, Lucy continued blithely on. "I didn't think the Americans had anything about queens in their anthem."

She handed him the tea and sat down on the sofa, shooting him a curious look.

"Then I must not have learned it as well as I thought." He takes the tea, and he doesn't feel quite as terrible as he should for lashing out at Lucy like that. It was difficult to do so if he's honest with himself, because of how quickly she recovered from them, if there had ever been any to do so in the first place.

"Chilly night, isn't it?"

For her own part, she didn't know she'd been slighted in the least, though there was something rather odd about his behavior that she couldn't put her finger on.

"I wish it would at least snow. Then things wouldn't be so dreary."

The dreariness is something that doesn't well suit the youngest of them, everyone knows, and Edmund feels at fault for it. He feels an urge to stand and flip on the wireless- anything for noise he seems to be having trouble getting from his own mouth. He takes a sip from the hot drink (a little too hot still, actually) and takes a second to fan his tongue and resolve to follow the lighter tone.

"Do you remember the Great Snow Dance? In Narnia?" Ed almost thought himself stupid for asking Lucy this question.

She smiled a little wistfully, forgetting the tea in remembrance of older, brighter days. It wasn't good, she knew, to overindulge in nostalgia, but times like these seemed made for the recounting of old lives. "How could I not?" Lucy says. "It was always the best of times."

She brightens as another thought strikes her. "Have you been in contact with Eustace lately?"

For some reason It was the best of times, it was the worst of times comes to his mind, and he has to even stifle a huff. He's looking at Lucy now, almost a bit too intently, his salvation from a spiral of gloom this evening. "Not in a month or so, no. Why, what happened?" He has a thought...

"Your mentioning the Great Snow Dance only reminded me that I'd forgotten to tell you that he made it into Narnia again, this time with a friend of his from school, Jill Pole." Lucy would never find it in herself to be jealous, but there was a note of longing in her voice that she couldn't quite quell.

"You'd forgotten?" There's a tinge of-- it's not despair, because that'd be downright silly and stupid but if stone-set Lucy had found the detail not worth remembrance-- well, that wasn't fair of him at all, was it?

His voice is colored with a childish wonder now. It's the best kind, you know. "That bally Experiment House of his? Just in time to save his skin from tests, too, I shouldn't think!"

In her defense, there'd been a number of things getting in the way, like how they so rarely saw Susan anymore. It wouldn't do to write things in a letter when it would be so much better in the telling.

But now, caught up in said telling, Lucy grinned at him. "I wouldn't know about that, but they were sent by Aslan on a quest."

Face falling for a moment, she added slowly, "They told me that Caspian--well, Caspian's gone."

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