"Indeed not," says Susan. Ideally, from a scientific standpoint, Galahad ought to try half of it now and half when he's human again and report on change in tastes. But one needn't be all science, all the time. She and Galahad are partners, but they're also friends; one ought be playful with one's friends from time to time, and if there ever was an occasion for playfulness, it's when one of you is presently a cat.
Susan Pevensie, it must be said, never fails to proverbially place her money where her mouth is. She breaks the cricket in half and, after barely a half-second pause of wondering how on earth she came to this moment, pops half into her mouth. It's tremendously unpalatable. She crunches once and swallows quickly; for once, her generally-muted facial expressions are in her favor, because she is able to maintain a straight face throughout.
It is rather a distracting culinary experience, though. She holds the other half out and up. "Sweetheart," she starts, and very visibly has a moment where she realizes that she's used a pet name for the first time, and then determinedly decides not to linger on or otherwise draw attention to the fact. "Care for a snack?"
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Date: 2024-10-09 09:21 pm (UTC)Susan Pevensie, it must be said, never fails to proverbially place her money where her mouth is. She breaks the cricket in half and, after barely a half-second pause of wondering how on earth she came to this moment, pops half into her mouth. It's tremendously unpalatable. She crunches once and swallows quickly; for once, her generally-muted facial expressions are in her favor, because she is able to maintain a straight face throughout.
It is rather a distracting culinary experience, though. She holds the other half out and up. "Sweetheart," she starts, and very visibly has a moment where she realizes that she's used a pet name for the first time, and then determinedly decides not to linger on or otherwise draw attention to the fact. "Care for a snack?"