A/N: Before I forget, Princess Lucy wanted a double chocolate fudge cookie, so here's my attempt (%) See! It's double (in half). I couldn't really show chocolate, but I did my best. I'm not that good a cook. : }
Based on what my reviewers wanted, I get to try Susan. This is how I think she would be if her daddy stole her nose.
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Susan
On the day that Susan turned two, Helen was, again, in the kitchen. This time she was making a cake. She was contemplating which kind would taste best and still have the least mess. They were scheduled to go to visit Grandma Pevensie, and since she was very forgetful, Helen had offered to bake the cake. No one wanted the poor woman to forget that she was baking a cake to begin with and burn down the house, and her house was very big and very old. David was supposed to be getting Susan dressed, but Helen heard Susan saying, "Daddy!" as if she was exasperated. "Daddy, you can't take my nose!" She smiled fondly, remembering how Peter's time without his nose had gone. David had told her everything afterwards, and she wondered when her son had decided that his nose was a girl named Ellie. At first she had been worried about him, but over time she had realised that he had gotten it from his favorite cousin, who lived in London. Ellie was 10, and she seemed to think that Peter was one of the sweetest creatures on earth, so she always had a treat for him.
Helen was brought out of her thoughts by Peter, who was now three, saying, "Mummy, Daddy stole Susie's nose. Can I help her get it back?"
She smiled at him and said, "Of course, Peter. Run and save her!"
Peter ran up the stairs, tripped on the third one, and continued onward to save the damsel in distress, even though the damsel probably thought that she wasn't in distress.
Once Peter got to Susan's room, she was already starting to grow nervous that her daddy might have actually taken her nose. As soon as David saw him, he marched Peter back outside and whispered, "Pete, when you turn two, you have to have your nose stolen by your daddy. So-"
"But I'm three, Daddy!" Peter whimpered.
"Oh, I know. I mean Susan, and other children. You have to let me show her, okay?"
Peter nodded.
"Good. Come on, and you get to help me, alright?"
"Yeah!" Peter cried as he scrambled back to Susan.
"Petey, Daddy says that he's stealing my nose and I don't have it anymore. Tell him it's not true. I still have my nose. See?" Susan asked, showing Peter her small nose.
"No, Susie! Daddy has it! But you have to tell him her name. My nose's name is Ellie," Peter said happily.
"Oh. Well, mine's name is .... um....Pete, I don't know my nose's name!" Susan said, disappointed.
"Susie, you're silly! Just make up a name!" Her much smarter older brother said.
"Like Anna?" She asked.
"Sure!"
"Okay. Daddy," Susan said, turning toward him, "My nose's name is Anna. She's a girl," She said, almost in the same tone that Peter had used the year before. (She was very proud of Anna.)
"Alright, Su. I need you to close your eyes and spin around three times, then I'll say the magic words," David said.
"Wait! Susie, you can't hear the magic words, because they're magic," Peter told her.
She reluctantly closed her eyes, then twirled three times, making sure her skirt twirled with her.
David stopped her, hummed his tuneless song, winked at Peter, then pushed Anna back to Susan's face. "Alright, Susie, all done! Do you want to go find some flowers for Grandma?"
Susan looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "No, thank you Daddy. I want my nose to play with Peter's nose. Peter, can Ellie play today?" she asked, grinning.
"Yes!" He paused. "What do you want to play?" He asked warily.
"Knights and princesses!" Susan said happily.
"But Ellie's a girl!" Peter protested.
"But she's your nose. You like being the big knight, so she does too," Susan said practically.
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Come on, Petey! It's my birfday!"
When Helen came to see if Susan was ready to go, and if David had gotten Peter ready, that's what she found them playing. David was the dragon, and Peter was tickling him, while Susan watched and clapped.
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How was that? If, after this, you still want me to do Edmund and Lucy's, please tell me. I really want to, but if you don't want me to, I won't.
When Susan says it's her birfday, I meant it that way. One example of how normal two year olds talk, to my general knowledge.
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