This fic is based off of the quote given to me by FelipeMarcusThomas: When life throws you lemons, cut them open and squirt juice in life's eye.

Lucy did NOT like cousins. Not one bit.

First of all, they do not help you by unlocking doors when you have been out walking in the late evening dew, and your aunt didn't know that you were out there.

Second, they make up limericks that don't rhyme, because they're assy-thingummys, about wonderful places that you have ruled over for YEARS. And they don't leave the subject alone because they know it annoys you a great deal when they talk about that wonderful place in the manner that they do.

Third, they tell their mums, though they don't call their mums "mum", that it wasn't themselves, even though it very much was them, who were in their mum's candy jar, but that it was, in fact, YOU.

And Lucy could go on and on about how cousins are so mean, annoying and downright uncaring.

Oh yes, Lucy didn't like them one bit. That is why Lucy decided to take a serton course of action…

"I don't see any," Edmund whispered loudly.

"I know it's here somewhere," said Lucy, "I saw it sitting on one of these shelves just two days ago with Aunt Alberta."

"Are you sure it was one of these shelves?"

"Yes!"

A pause

"Ah ha! I told you it was here!"

"Great! Now hurry, we don't have much time!"

"Wait! I need to grab the remover!"

"Why do we need remover?"

"You know, for the one who came up with making his food and drink tast bad, I'm suprised you didn't think of taking it off after word so we don't get cought."

"Uh, no, that would be your taritory for having the idea to use this stiff."

"Whatever. Come on we need to hurry."

[…]

[At Aunt Alberta's house that night]

[…]

"LUCY! COME DOWN HERE AND SET THE TABLE!"

"Yes, Aunt Alberta!"

Lucy grabbed the container that she and Edmund had bought earlier that morning, and walked down stairs and started setting the table. Silently she thanked Aslan that every one sat at the same place every night.

After she had set the table, Lucy took the container of nail bighter polish out of her pocket and uncapped it. Lucy took Eustuce's cup and started to apply the polish inside the rim of the cup. After that she took Eustuce's fork and applied some polish on the tip of his fork too.

When she was done, she put the lid back on the container, and went to help her aunt to prepare the food.

[…]

[Later that night at dinner]

[…]

"Ew, that tastes absolutely TERIBLE!" walled Eustuce, just as his cousins intended him to do.

"Eustuce, shut up," commanded Uncle Harold.

"But-" he stopped at the cold glare of his father.

He didn't say a word after reseving that glare but it was getting more and more noticeable that he didn't like the taste and it got even more noticeable after he took a few swigs of his coffee.

[…]

[After dinner, Edmund and Lucy washing dishes]

[…]

Edmund and Lucy hid their guffawing in as well as they could as they took the nail polish remover to Eustuse's cup and fork.

"I thought that he would learn not to drink his coffee when the taste got worse!" laughed Edmund.

"So did I!" Lucy laughed back. "I think that was the funniest trick we have ever played on any one!"

"Yes and it served him right!"

"Come on, we need to get done soon."

Yes, this prank acually works.

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~Massy~

P.S. The segment about who's idea was who's was not there untill CrazyDyslexicNerd suggested it be added. Also she suggested that Edmund have the bitter tast idea, and Lucy knowing what to use.