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[friend_of_lucy]

The scones are not doing what they're supposed to. Tumnus is glaring at them as he's rather covered with flour.

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[called_lioness]

"No--no, not really," Lucy decides, after thinking about it. "The kettle's ready, isn't it?"

[friend_of_lucy]

"Oh yes."

He pours out the water and gives her another look,

"If you're sure since I'm glad to listen."

[called_lioness]

"That is because you're lovely that way, Mr Tumnus," she says with a smile, and then admits, "I'm--I'm a bit cross with my siblings at the moment. I'm not sure I should really like to talk much about it, though."

[friend_of_lucy]

He nods and brings the pot over, giving her a serious look,

"Why shouldn't you talk about it?"

[called_lioness]

"I suppose I'm not sure I want to very much," she says slowly after a moment.

"They upset me."

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus leans over and squeezes her hand,

"I'm sorry they did that and hopefully they'll apologize to you."

[called_lioness]

"Perhaps." She smiles tentatively after a minute. "Perhaps when they meet you they'll say so."

[friend_of_lucy]

His smile is rather cautious,

"I'd like to meet them someday."

[called_lioness]

"Oh, I should like you to! Quite a bit!"

Lucy's face brightens, and then the smile fades a bit as she remembers that Edmund, at least, has been to Narnia.

"--Do you think we could have tea now, perhaps?"

[friend_of_lucy]

"Oh yes, shouldn't let it get cold."

It does him a lot of good to hear her say that, he was rather foolishly worried, she wouldn't want her family to know him.