Strange is a good way to begin to describe it. At least in Narnia, he remembered everything: there wasn't this strange feeling of expectation that someone remembers something that Edmund himself doesn't recall. But Narnia is different, naturally. "You'd think we'd be used to strange by now," he says, going through the drawers in his desk. Everything is exactly as it should be, at least in a desk that belongs to Edmund. It is strange. But there's something right about the room, something that makes him feel welcome.

And it's definitely not the black cat sitting on the bed, flicking his tail casually as he naps.

Ed takes in Peter's words. Little responsibility, then, is what he hears. Time to go out and see the City in a way that he can be a teenager and not a king, although he is both: it is a little less evident in the way that Ed moves than in the way Peter does. Differences in brothers, once that are obvious to anyone watching. But Ed doesn't mind it as much. Maybe he is not old enough for it to matter, yet.

"Curses aside," Edmund replies. He's still not sure he understands curses, but that's to be expected, really. "No school?"