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[Why yes. Yes it is.]



Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

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Caspian thought she'd look beautiful in a dress he's never seen. Susan's face felt a little warm in her cheeks. "Thank you. Yes. I wore it to a picnic we had." As opposed to trips to the shore. It was safer to stay close to home that is until it wasn't any longer. "There were a lot of photographs of us actually. Mum would send a few to Father. I think it would be wonderful if we had a camera."

Then these happier moments would last forever in someway. No worry at all. They wouldn't know of those moments tainted by dark wintry magic. Caspian should have photographs too.

"I think that the clothes around the City are awful different. Even for at home." They're no doubt at all different to Caspian's usual clothing. Although it is good fun to see him in a pull over and slacks.

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"Oh?" He sounds with the same amount of interest. Caspian would like to see these photographs sometime, if that was even possible, and if he didn't think Peter and Edmund would probably prefer him not to. It isn't the same as childhood photos though, not if they were taken within the last year right? At the same time the Telmarine fails to recognize... any photo taken from the last year would be a Pevensie returned from their fifteen year reign. Perhaps that wouldn't be such a charming photo, maybe something earlier, something before Narnia. Is that too personal? It would be like having the brunette show them an old room full of toys to keep a boy busy while the rest of the court diagnosed his mother, or an old study secluded from the rest of the castle.

"I would bet someone in this City has a camera and knows how to operate one. Zach is familiar with the kind that captures moving pictures," he explains with a nod. Don't ask him about it though, the technical aspects the geek gave him flew over his ridiculously nice hair.

"They are different," Caspian adds, immediately interpreting home as Narnia, "but I have to admit some pieces are quite comfortable." Like boots, jeans, a button down, and a nice wool coat over a hoodie okay.

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"That's an excellent idea! We could have pictures taken here. And we could share them. If they're with us when we leave, then they'll have to come." Susan hopes that it doesn't sound as though she thinks of leaving the City often. No, not that much truly. Though it crosses her mind. What if she wakes up to the sound of someone walking down the stairs too loudly, and she must be ready for school? There has to be more than just a memory for this place and all the fun they have now.

Taking a break from snowflakes, Susan decides to make a people chain. Maybe someone can draw faces on them.

"Some are more comfortable than others. A lot of girls wear trousers. And very short skirts."

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"I would not let my photograph escape me," Caspian says in a manner that almost makes it an oath, which to some extent it is. Were he to have his own copy of such a photograph he would keep it near him and do what he can to make sure it returns to Narnia with him when he must go. Not if, when. And from what he's seen, photographs are far easier to transport than a painting, not to mention more comfortable where sitting is concerned.

Rather than make a people chain, he continues to work on snowflakes, angling the blades in such a way that each cut commits to his memory so he can learn from all the pieces and make a snowflake that resembles a flower.

"Do they," Caspian asks, distracted at first by what appears to be a more lotus-shaped snowflake in his hands. Then he looks up to Susan and quirks a brow. "Trousers and skirts... at the same time," he says while laughing--oh this time the rib hurts, but it's brief. Perhaps it's karma for laughing because by all technicalities, Caspian has also worn breeches under a brown wrap.

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"Neither would I." She'd know just where to place it. It would be carefully folded in a kind of pouch. The sort that were worn in Narnia for precious things. A locket would be too small. Susan would wear it all the time in the City. Just in case.

Now that he mentioned it, Susan laughs at her own mistake. She might have seen one girl do something like that once. That only makes it more funny. Seeing that he's hurt his ribs, Susan tries to hold it in. Likely helping to stop Caspian from hurt. "You know what I mean."

Those snow flakes are taking on a brand new demeanor entirely with Caspian's hand in them. The house will look wonderful when they're done!