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This is highly problematic.

[There is the sound of a sigh]

Honestly, has anyone seen that blasted unicorn today? I would think that it would be in the City and trying to murder people, considering all the kissing that's going on today.

[This king of Narnia sounds a little tired and also a little cranky]

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I don't think that stopped Peter.

[This is a big fat lie. What stopped Peter was a distaste for the opposite gender, though Edmund doesn't know that]

Oh, honestly, not Peter too!

[Really, Edmund, you're systematically casting new and tainted light on all these people she knows and respects.]

You're not serious.

[The mistletoe is why he's leaning up again. Why hasn't he gotten up out of the snow?]

About Peter? Probably not. He's too tightly wound.

Which means you're--

[She's actually not sure how she intended to finish that sentence. Too loosely wound? Morally unprincipled? And really, they should probably get up, her dress is getting soaked about the knees and it's rather cold, except that she keeps not noticing because the kissing is making her feel warm all over.]

You really--you ought to stop that. We. We ought to--or move, or--

We should go back to my house, we both need to change into dry clothes.

And we still need to find a way to catch that unicorn, drat it all.

We'll think of something. I think you can probably borrow one of Lucy or Susan's dresses.

Susan's, I'd think. Lucy's might be a bit small for me.

[She grits her teeth and pushes herself to her feet, offering Edmund a hand once she's up.]

And maybe a cloak.

This one's all right, really. It's only a bit damp at the edges. A few minutes by a heater and it'll be all right.

All right, at least we have all that at home.

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