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[treadingdawn]

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[Is this for real?]

[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.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

"That's not what I'm trying to show you," Ed says with a chuckle regardless- and then he thinks about how well Caspian has adjusted to the City despite having lived in Narnia his entire life. Especially since the Telmarine hadn't even known what a washing machine was, or an oven, or anything of the sort.

He asks for two bags of the light, fluffy candy- green for Caspian of course, blue for Edmund. Politely this time, too- the shop owner gives him a smile and remarks on how cute he is and he fights the temptation to roll his eyes or groan.

Susan would be proud.

Exiting the market, the Just settles on a bench nearby. "Go on, then. Have a taste."

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It was a rough start but Caspian has adjusted well to the idea of washing machines, ovens, record players, videogames, and the ever important network device.

"What is it," he asks while accepting the green batch curiously. Yes he knows it's cotton candy, but by the lion's mane what is it made of? Just look at it being spun in that metal tub, like cotton except not. That's no loom there. Besides, cotton isn't supposed to be edible. The shop owner is also very fortunate Edmund is no noble mouse. Is does give Caspian a reason to hide a small laugh at least. He follows the Just to the bench too and sits, soft and cottony green in his hands. Please, don't make fun.

"Do I just... take it apart?" He asks as brown eyes settle on Edmund. he'd rather watch you eat it first.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

He heard that laugh, Caspian. Don't think he didn't. Here, have a sullen look your way- old habits die hard, after all.

And now it's his turn to laugh at you- but at least he's discreet about it.

"You just...yeah. Take it apart and put it in your mouth. Here, let me show you."

Edmund untwists the bag, taking out a clump of his candy, and rips off a small piece before sticking it in his mouth.

Oh, melty sugary goodness.

"It melts in your mouth, see."

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

That sounds dirty, Edmund. .... In a purely sanitary sort of way, not prurient thank you.

"... I see," is the only thing Caspian can say as Edmund rips into the soft cottony mass. He looks like he could be in the Narnia afterlife with that face. Is it really that good? He looks down at his own bag and opens it to reach in with pinching fingers. Unlike the Just he twists off a small amount, stares at it for a moment, then finally pops it into his mouth.

Oh, melty sugary goodness.

"You're right," he nods. Nod nod. "It isn't bad at all...." With that, he pinches another bit and tosses it into his mouth. "What is it? Spun sugar?"

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

It's not dirty in the least, Caspian. Look at this face. Would this face give you something that was bad for your?

Besides. Remember the win?

"You like it. Admit it!" he sees that look on your face, Telmarine. The nods don't hide the fact that you're slowly becoming addicted- nor the speed with which you're putting the candy in your mouth.

"Yes, it's spun sugar. And probably a bit of food coloring too." he licks the sugar off his fingers- hopefully Su would never find out about this little outing.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Maybe it would, maybe it would. Not really but it's fun to tease, except Caspian isn't of the mind to tease right now because he is too busy partaking in this amazing candy. It does melt in his mouth and that's when he tastes the sweetness, feels it wet and sticky on his tongue. It is a good taste. It is probably turning his mouth green.

"I think I do, Edmund," he admits with another pinch of the stuff. "I wonder if Susan would," he muses, probably not for the better.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

His tongue is turning green- but Ed can't judge because his is probably very blue by now.

"I don't think she likes sweets as much as the rest of us do." or I do, because it's well known and well documented that the younger Pevensie brother has a huge sweet tooth. One that lead to, well...not nice things that they will not discuss right now.

"I'm supposed to be cutting back, actually. I think she's afraid I might grow the wrong way."

[OOC- OBVIOUSLY I CANNOT TYPE. It was supposed to be 'remember that WINE' and 'bad for YOU'. Wow.]

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"How would you grow the wrong way," asks Caspian who could probably stand to put a little more weight on his tall and somewhat lanky frame. The words he would use for himself are toned and lithe, unlike Peter who is built a bit more solidly.

[ooc: Ahahha I figured the last one >D]

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

"Growing out instead of up." Ed uses the same expression that Susan used with a grin- although that seems impossible right now with his lanky frame. Ah well- that was what sisters did, right? They worried.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"This can't possibly make it happen any faster," he says to Edmund with another laugh. It tastes so good, how can it be bad? And for the record, wine isn't bad for you, Mr. Just. You just have to learn moderation and tolerance. Caspian is fortunate to have a special metabolism or something.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

"Caspian, it's spun sugar. Think about it for a moment." but he says this good naturedly anyways, finishing up his bag of cotton candy and crumpling the plastic in his hands. And for the record, Edmund didn't exactly grow up drinking alcohol- and besides. He's a lot smaller now then he used to be.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"... Yes?" And? He pops another wad of the spun sugar into his mouth curiously. Talk about growing up rich and spoiled. Okay maybe not that last part, but when you have easy access to palace sweets and the proper venues for exercising the energy such sweets give you one does not grow out more than they grow up. Look at him anyway, he is tall for his age. Dr. House blames the red meat though.

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[wintersking.livejournal.com]

Please tell him that he isn't going to have to explain the basic workings of the human body. But now that he thinks about it, one always got more than enough exercise in Narnia- what with the jousting and the horse-riding and sword fighting and all. That explained why this was an alien subject then.

"It has to do with energy and such- Peter would know a lot better than I would. But I think it's because food gives you energy, and you have to use up all the energy that it gives you or it's stored away and you grow the wrong way."

He'd learned something of the sort in school.

"I think they're called calories."

candy lips that taste too sweet were sour in the summer heat

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I see... Sweets do tend to make a man feel a bit more spry," he nods again. Don't forget the chocolate that makes a man feel a bit more amorous, ahem. "Nevertheless you are right, it tastes good. I do like it," Caspian says while popping the last puff of green into his mouth. Oh, melty, that.

"Thank you for introducing it to me," he smiles, and his teeth? Slightly green.