Foreign Food

Foreign Food

A/N Purely because Lucy's face in this scene caught my eye and made me laugh (:

'Fish and chips!' Mrs Beaver announced loudly, scurrying over to the rough wooden table. Peter smiled slightly to himself as he looked down at Lucy and saw her disgusted expression upon receiving whole fish for her supper, eyes included.

Lucy's hand scrabbled under the table until her cold small hand was encased in Peter's large warm one. She gazed up at him nervously, her brown eyes shrouded by confusion. Peter leant down to whisper in her ear

'I'm sure they won't mind if you leave out the eyeballs Lou' Lucy looked dazedly up at him as he smirked affectionately down at her and touched his nose to hers, tucking some of her stray hair behind her ears.

Suddenly Lucy flinched dramatically at the sound of the unfolding conversation.

'And you think were the ones?' Peter asked incredulously, glancing worriedly down at Lucy.

'Well you better be!' Beaver shouted, annoyed

'Cos Aslan's already fitted out your Army! He's waiting for you at The Stone Table!'

'Our ARMY?' Lucy asked hesitantly. She looked towards Peter for support but saw the same scared and confused expression in his eyes as she knew she had in hers. Only then did the disastrous foreign food start to look even remotely appetising.

A/N You guys know the drill. William Moseley's phone number or a review. I'm not fussy (: