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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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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Must it be so unpleasant? Already he was starting to feel a little regretful for letting her know that much. He was a young man of seventeen sitting with a young lady flipping through magazines while consuming cocoa and churros. There was no other way to get more unroyal than this. And now he's caught himself in a trap because Prince Caspian was both unnecessary and incorrect. What would he do should she meet the others of his world? It was best to cut this one off at the next pass.

"Just Caspian will do..." he insisted gently, "no, I did not." It's a long story, he should've said but didn't, because not all of it was his story to tell.

Nevertheless Caspian still managed to smile when Blair spoke of herself. He noticed the way her fingers moved but said nothing of it, the better to not draw attention to someone's anxiety. "Do you," he asked, head tilted once more, "I think I do too, in some ways. I would not have ever learned of things like this in Narnia." He gestured to the magazines, "or met so many different people." He sipped.

"I know there will be a time when I have to go back, but for now, I do not mind waiting here," Caspian admitted.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

It would be much better if she had thrown him a party instead, a sophisticated one, or if she had been dressed better. Now she wished there were chairs, because sitting on the grass must make her seem so uncouth!

"Caspian, then." She did not want to push it, it might be a sore spot still. Losing a royal title would have led her to something as dramatic as suicide. "I hope you weren't expecting me to be such a pleasant surprise as a princess or anything."

She was noticing how she was actually humbling herself before him. It was almost unheard of from her, but it felt like the most appropriate thing to do before a prince, albeit one that is no longer one, for some reason or another. She had decided she liked him before she found out he was a prince, and of course she would have liked him better had he still been one, but she found she liked him no less even if he was an ex-prince. It did not matter that much.

"It's surprising how many strange and wonderful people there are in the City," she laughed. "Not to mention plainly naive ones like you, I didn't think a politician could ever be like that."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I expect nothing and presume very little," he countered in good humor. By now he'd already come to the conclusion that his world and his sort of culture was in the minority. Most people seemed to think kings and queens were fairy tales or just for the history books. Caspian didn't fault them for it either.

"Surprising yes, but pleasantly so," Caspian added to Blair's remark. As for his naivete, he disagreed to an extent but they needn't argue technicalities. For the briefest second it looked like his dark brown eyes might have sparked with mischief. "Maybe I am a revolutionary," he suggested, mostly as a joke despite it being somewhat true.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

"So how is life different being royalty?" Blair asked, sincerely curious. She had always thought it to be no different from the movies. It would be full of drama and scandals but always done with grace. Perhaps even, the dramas are only a charade to keep them from boredom; there must hardly be any real problems to bother them.

It might have been a worrying sign had she noticed that mischievous spark in his eyes, but she did not. She still did not quite believe that he was really that naive, but reality tends to be unbelievable anyway, moreso than fiction.

Blair grinned at his joke, "you're a revolutionary revolutionary too. I see no pamphlets or banners in your hands."

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I am a revolutionary who shows, not tells," he smiled, more than willing to play this card if just because it made her grin, maybe even laugh.

"As for life being royalty..." Caspian had to rub his chin in musing. "I can say for all the luxury afforded to me by title, there are many conveniences we do not have that many people have here, royal and unroyal alike," he said with a nod to the magazines, "where I am from, not everyone is fortunate enough to have books."

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

"I've known many powerful people --not many revolutionaries," Blair sends Caspian a quick smile, "but they couldn't fool me with trying to come across as good; they don't have people's best intentions at heart. You, however, are harder to read," she grins at him with mischief. She did not really mean to doubt him, because maybe she really believed everything he said without suspicion. For all her acts, she was still gullible.

Blair took another sip of her cocoa, trying to warm herself up. It was not that cold that she wanted a coat though, definitely not. "Most everyone where I'm from can afford books, but I know that in other parts, they can't even afford food, or water." Not that she was ever the bleeding heart.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I will keep it in mind that it's in my own best interest to not fool you then, Blair," he laughed softly but one might wonder if that was a serious consideration or not. He didn't know her well enough to say, and he did just say he wouldn't presume. Only time would tell.

With another nip to his churro he looked to her.

"Tell me what else is your world like, what do you like about your world" asked Caspian, honest about his curiosity. Lack of education and that serious plague called famine were common to his world too, in some parts, but he didn't think it was proper to dwell on them in an otherwise pleasant setting. They were not politicians on a picnic after all.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

She smiled in return, not taking it as seriously as she perhaps ought to. She meant it only as a compliment, not a way to be certain of how trustworthy he is. Her agenda for the picnic has certainly changed from merely establishing a network with the important people in the City to, maybe, making real friends. That was rather rare.

"To be honest, I can't think of anything I should logically like from my world," she admitted, laughing dryly. "People are cruel, nature is polluted and dying, peace is only for when both sides run out of ammunition, love is a dream and good food makes me fat." She recited the words quickly, as if out of memory.

Then she shrugged and turned to him with a smile, "but it's home." My goodness, Blair, get a hold of yourself, stop spouting cliches!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He paused in mid bite of his churro, a very fattening thing indeed, although Caspian himself was quite lean and likely had no reason to worry about finishing one this afternoon. Nevertheless he couldn't help but sort of stare at her for that remark.... Not the one about good food making her fat even though that stopped him as well. But honestly, nothing? He found that hard to believe. Even his friends the Pevensies, pulled from the middle of World War II, could list things they liked about their world. Yet his curiosity took a backseat for his manners, because Caspian didn't want to offend her or provoke her by asking why. Maybe following that line about good food was a better idea after all.

"You must be joking. Are you going to tell me you have never had good food at all," he asked, clearly a strange way of paying Blair a compliment.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

A line between his remark to "You're not fat!" is rather hard to draw, and Blair looked at him in confusion for awhile before actually getting it. He really is rather special.

"I... have had good food, in moderation, when my mom's not around." Finally, Blair broke into a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand to stop from guffawing. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he was just trying to be funny or if he simply talked that way. Either way, she found it so charming.