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[called_lioness]

One blonde Pevensie girl (no. Not Susan. I don't care what the BBC says.) has tea, in a bar.

There is an oom coming where she finds out her blond brother (this is not hard) has left the bar, and it is millitimed to before this.

But there is no woe.

Because woe would make the mun's head break.

A bit of quietness, though. Lots of quietness, in fact.

And a notebook, being written in.

And there you have it.

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[kitchen_maid]

One mouse-haired Ordinary Princess also has tea, and is also in the bar.

She'd very much like to avoid woe, too.

So she's a little hesitant to approach the Pevensie girl, given earlier conversations with members of that family.

But.

"Good evening."

[called_lioness]

Yes, well, the girls are the sane ones.

Really.

Lucy looks up and smiles, faintly. "Good evening."

[kitchen_maid]

For a given value of sane?

"I'm . . ." there's a pause while she tries to figure out just which description she should use, and then finishes " . . . Amy."

Then slightly more certainly, "I'm Caspian's sister."

[called_lioness]

Well.

It's all the tea's fault, really.

*blames tea*

"Oh!" She blinks, and then smiles again and gestures to the chair. "Would you sit?"

[kitchen_maid]

Don't blame the tea. You must never blame the tea. If it turns on you, where will you be?

"Thank you," Amy says, settling into the chair in a swirl of skirts. The dress is still pretty new.

"It's very nice to finally meet you."

[called_lioness]

Disneyland.

Totally in Disneyland.

(Disneyland can be scary, y'know. It's a Small World folken are possessed.)

"And you. I'd hoped to meet you before, but...I don't think I'm as good at being social as some," she admits.

[kitchen_maid]

"What matters, I suppose, is that we're meeting now," says Amy, carefully.

[called_lioness]

"I suppose it does," she agrees. "Would you like some more tea?"

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

No woe? How about supreme awkwardness?

A girl with a headful of bright, red hair made her way to the adjacent table, a cane extended before her and a glass of something fizzy in her free hand. After checking to ensure her chosen table was unoccupied, she slowly sat and took a sip from the glass with a contented sigh.

Upon hearing the scratch of pen upon paper in close proximity, Ivy turned and smiled. "I hear that you are writing. I do hope my sitting here is not a bother. I can move if you like."

[called_lioness]

"It doesn't bother me," Lucy says, smiling as she looks up. "You--ah," figuring out when she sees the cane, why it's "hear" you writing.

"Would you like to join me?" After a moment's uncertainty.

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

"Only if you promise I am not interrupting something important," Ivy replied, her smile widening into a grin. "And only if you tell me your name, so that I may know who I am sitting with."

[called_lioness]

"Lucy Pevensie, it's nice to meet you, and no, you are not," Lucy says firmly.

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

"In that case-" Ivy stood again and navigated to the next table with surprising ease. "I'm Ivy. Ivy Walker," she offered once she was seated again, her smile warm. "And I do believe I have heard your name spoken before, although I cannot recall by whom."

[called_lioness]

"Have you? Hopefully in a good light. Hello, Ivy. Would you care for some tea?"

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

"No, thank you. I have Pellegrino," Ivy pointed out, motioning to her drink. "And while I cannot say for certain, I feel I couldn't have possibly hear anything negative about you, or I would certainly have recalled it by now." She twinkled.

[called_lioness]

"I'll hope you're right, then," she grins back. "Have you been here long, Ivy?"

[once_a_queen]

And from behind, also with no woe, comes her sister, who is definitely not blonde. She covers Lucy's eyes playfully.

"Fancy seeing you here. I'm famished and didn't feel like cooking. Want me to get you anything?"

[called_lioness]

She grins and turns to hug Susan.

...Susan who maybe should find out about Edmund? Um. UP TO SUSAN'S MUN AHAHAHAH.

*avoids*

"Please do. Surprise me?"

[once_a_queen]

No, no woe. Let's say they are avoiding the subject liek whoa.

"I'll be right back."

Susan goes to the bar and returns shortly with two shepherds pies.

"Here you are, dear."

[called_lioness]

Thank God. *millitimes Susan already knowing, and topic just not being discussed, or Lucy deciding not to tell anyone as Edmund will OBVIOUSLY BE BACK SOON* One of those.

She grins, again, and kisses Susan's cheek. "Thanks, Sue. Tea?"

Lucy always has tea.

And many cups.

It's just considerate!

[once_a_queen]

"Must you even ask, silly? I've only had one cup in the last hour."

[called_lioness]

"Horrors!" she says, somewhat in jest.

Except, y'know.

Pevensie.

So not really.

"Sweet as you like it, then," and the cup is offered.

[once_a_queen]

She adds three lumps of sugar and sips.

"You know, this place has exceptionally good tea. I can't get over it sometimes."

[called_lioness]

"I think it's to please the angels," seriously.

Lucy thinks highly of Aziraphael.

[the_seafarer]

[OOC: No, I missed you! *shakes fist at play* *blinks at threads* Oh, dear. I can tell Caspian is in for another interesting week...but I'm so glad you brought Lucy in! *loves*]