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Nita's outside, running around the lake. Because when you're running, you don't have to be thinking.

Eventually, though, she'll have to stop. Feel free to catch her.

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Peter grins.

"Brilliant. I really should talk to Alanna about exactly what she'd like me to do in that."

"You're gonna teach? Any idea what?"

"Swordfighting, if anything, I suppose, though Alanna might have that covered. Or - possibly horseback riding?"

Peter shrugs.

"I'm not entirely sure what's needed."

"Riding?" She chuckles, embarrassed. "Horses kinda make me nervous. It's stupid."

"Any particular reason? I mean, bad experience in childhood, or...?"

"I fell off the one time I tried riding. And they're huge."

She's blushing a little, to be admitting this.

Peter nods.

"They are, rather. Well. I have a horse who should be delighted to meet you, I am sure, if you were at all interested."

"Maybe some time." She quirks a smile.

Peter smiles back at her.

"Just let me know. I'm afraid I can't say he's any smaller than normal, but he's very friendly."

"Well, that's good to know, anyway. Does he talk?"

When her brain catches up to her mouth, she tries not to facepalm.

Peter blinks, looks a little wary, though not very.

"...no, afraid not. He wouldn't let me ride him if he did."

"Oh, okay." She shrugs. "Well, around here, you never know."

Peter looks more than a bit dubious, but shrugs.

"No, you really don't, do you?"

Sounds like time for a subject change to Nita, because mentioning that Bree let Shasta ride him would just maybe be a bad idea.

"So where are you from, originally? Somewhere in England, I take it."

Yes, but that was an emergency. Emergencies and wars don't count.

"London," Peter says slowly. This is usually the point where he explains about Narnia as well, but he has a feeling she already knows.

She catches some of his dubiousness, and gives him an awkward look.

"Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"No," Peter assures her hurriedly. "Just - I'm sorry, I'm not much good at this sort of dancing around a topic. You know about Narnia, don't you?"

"Me neither," she admist. "Um. Sort of, yeah."

Peter smiles, not really intending to push the subject further.

"Well, then, there we are. We're spared several minutes of conversation that would be tedious for both of us, as I've said it many times before, and as you already know it. Although I'm at something of a disadvantage now."

She laughs, rather relieved, and shrugs. "My world is a pretty typical Earth, as far as I know. My life, maybe not."

Peter raises an eyebrow and grins.

"Anything in particular I should know? Like, oh, that you were once a High King of a different world?"

She laughs. "Well, I did find out recently I'm sort of royalty on another world. . . I don't know if that counts or not." She grins. "Mainly, though, I'm a wizard."

"It counts, as it's practically the same thing that happened to me - but a wizard? I must say, my experience with those is rather limited."

She raises her eyebrows. "And you've been here how long? I mean, we seem to be pretty thick on the ground."

Peter counts.

"Ah - four months, give or take? I don't know, I've just not really met many."