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So many here tell of their closeness to their siblings, to the great joy that their siblings bring them. I could not agree more with such sentiment, for the richness that my own bring me has always far outweighed any great burden they've put on me (and some have put burden upon me indeed!).

But, in that great sentiment, I must say that I have put off announcing my own brother has indeed left, and so any friend he may have had here, I ask you make yourself known to me. My brother is Edmund Pevensie, and I should like to thank you, and ask you be my friend too.

And, if you did not know him, I would say, then meet me for my own sake. I am long in introducing myself, and I feel quite badly for the delay. I am Lucy Pevensie, and most grateful to make your acquaintance.

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[She looks slightly surprised.]

What does that mean?

Oh - do you not have babas? A - hmm - matchmaker and marriage broker. A go-between for two families to help them negotiate the terms of the marriage contract. Usually an older female relative.

Oh-

No, we have Edmund.

I never would have imagined him in a head-scarf, haggling over heads of cattle and genetic purity.

Genetic what?

[What?]

Hm? Oh. Genetic purity. Ensuring they're not mutants.

Your world is very strange.

What - and yours isn't?

Oh, most like it is.

[She laughs a little.]

Every world is strange.

True enough.

[ A little wave of his fingers - ]

Though desire for genetic purity is perhaps the strangest of all, in an era of gene-cleaning. Ah, well.

And so.

What should I do? Speak to him?

Do you want to? Speak to him?

Most certainly I do.

I wish to know his intentions.

Intentions? What do you anticipate his intentions to be? Marriage?

I do not know.

How could I guess such a thing?

Well, what do you want from him, dear Lucy?

[There's a pause.]

I want him to court me.

Well. Shall I suss out if that is what he intends?

Would it be too much to ask?

[She thinks if it was Edmund, she would have asked.

Too much to ask? My dear Lucy! You would be doing me a favor. I adore this sort of thing.

[She laughs.]

Why, yes, I'm glad to hear that it would be no hardship, certainly.

Ah - oh, dear, it seems I've tipped my hand. I should have pretended it was terrible, so you would feel obligated to reward me handsomely.

[She looks thoughtful for a moment, and then she reaches up so she's on her tiptoes and kisses him firmly on the cheek, right above his smile.]

You are most kind to me. Is that reward enough?

Ah.

[ He reaches up to touch the spot. ]

I'd been hoping for brandy, but that's more intoxicating by far. It'll do.

Would you like another?

[She's giggling - it's cute.]