As she threads her fingers through Lancelot's, Susan runs her other hand over the edge of the rug, wonderingly. "Well!" she says. Part of her wonders what other Narnian things she might find tucked away here and there. Another part thinks she might tell Lancelot more: of Narnia, and Calormen, and particularly of the mess with Prince Rabadash.

She sets those parts aside. "Have you spotted any that look suitable for your rooms?" she asks.