Honestly speaking, I don't know where the muse for this story came from. The begining of this stroy was supposed to be the beginning of another story so, I will now have to think up something else for that story. As usual reviews and ideas are most welcome.

The nickname Ladybug for Lucy is not mine. It belongs to Star Dragon Fire. The same is for the nickname Butterfly for Susan though it is not used in this story. I cannot PM her so I have not been able to take her permission and if, Star Dragon Fire, you object to it then just tell me and I will remove it. :) Thank You

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Story 2

"AAAHH" The three Pevensie male looked up at each other on hearing the shriek that echoed in the house, before getting up and dashing towards the kitchen. The sight that met their eyes when they reached the kitchen left them confused whether they should be horrified or amused, for standing before them, covered in white flour from head to toe was the youngest Pevensie of the house -Lucy Pevensie.

"Lu, what happened here?" Robert Pevensie, the little girl's father asked her, trying to keep his smile hidden when once he had made sure that his Ladybug was not hurt.

"I…cookies…flour." Lucy Pevensie tried to say something but the flour kept on getting into her mouth and she had to continuously spurt. Unable to even say anything she stomped her feet and waved her hands just like stubborn children did when they did not get what they want. Her brothers and father found her so adorable even when she was angry that despite the huge amount of flour covering her, her eldest, blonde-haired brother, in Narnia known as High King Peter, the Magnificent, and called Peter Pevensie in England, embraced her.

Her other brother, Edmund Pevensie offered her his hanky with which she dusted the flour off her face while her father ruffled her hair, the natural red-brown of her hair appearing through the thick coating of white. Once she was dusted enough that her face was visible, Peter asked, "What happened? Why are you covered in flour?"

"Indeed Lucy. I know it is called all purpose flour but if you wanted a fairer complexion then you could just have borrowed one of those creams Su uses." Edmund joked, earning glares from his father and brother and a pout from his sister. At the moment, Mrs. Helen Pevensie and Susan Pevensie were not at home otherwise the younger Pevensie boy would have got a stern reprimanding from his mother for laughing at his sister. But right now, glares and pouts were all he got.

Deciding to ignore her brother's comment Lucy Pevensie said in her sweet, musical voice which still held childish innocence despite coming from the mouth of a sixteen year old girl- that is, physically, in truth Lucy Pevensie was quite a lot older than what her body showed. "I was trying to make cookies for you all. I remembered seeing Aunt Martha making some and it looked easy so, I decided to try but the flour container was kept so high that I could not reach it and when I did manage to reach it, it opened and fell on me.

Suppressing his desire to chuckle, Robert Pevensie asked, "Why were you trying to make cookies anyway?"

"Because Mummy likes cookies and Edmund too does. He had said yesterday that he wanted to eat cookies but Mum said that there were none in the house, so, I wanted to make them for him. Moreover, Mummy says that I should learn to cook now." Lucy said looking up at the three men who loved her more than anyone else did, if you just exclude the mighty Lion, Aslan. But then, His love for everyone and everything is incomparable.

"Cook?" Edmund Pevensie asked raising his eyebrows. "Please don't become all lady-like. We like our little, pampered sister more." The other two Pevensie nodded their head and Edmund offered. "But, if you want to make cookies, we can help."

"Really? Will you all?" she asked excited, but then stopped and stared at her brothers and father. "Does anyone of you know how to make cookies?"

They just shrugged and Peter said, "Just as much as you do."

"I take that is a 'no'?" She sighed but then clapped happily the next moment. "Let's make cookies. It will be a surprise for Mummy and Su." And these four Pevensie stepped into their future battle field, the kitchen.

Thus, it was this occasion that finally led to two dark-haired Pevensie women returning home to flour covered husband/sons/brothers and sister/daughter.

"What is this?" Helen Pevensie, better known as Mrs. Pevensie asked shocked as three of her children stood before her. Their varying height and Lucy's long hairs were the only thing telling her which heap of white flour was which one of her children. Susan Pevensie dropped her shopping bags as she stared at the horrible condition of her siblings. She made a mental note to braid Lucy's hair herself, just to see that she washes it properly and get her brothers to brush their hairs thoroughly. Her father sat on the sofa with just a little less flour on his person than his children. The amount was less only in the sense that his face was slightly visible, blonde was visible at some places from underneath the white powder on his head and Susan could just make out the color of the clothes he was wearing.

"What were you all doing?" Helen Pevensie shrieked at her three children who were standing in a line and staring down at their clasped hands.

"We were…trying to make cookies and…" Edmund trailed off.

"And?" Mrs. Pevensie prompted. "Horrible as you all might be at cooking I don't think this is a condition you all could have achieved simply in the process of cooking."

"We got into….a small…flour fight…" Lucy Pevensie said giving her mother her best puppy-dog face but it was useless since through the thick layer of flour on her face, her expression was not visible.

Mrs. Pevensie took several deep-breaths to calm her before turning to her husband. "Please tell me you were caught in the cross-fire when you were trying to stop them."

"I would have said this, my dear." Robert Pevensie replied. "But I cannot since in when I married you, I vowed to be honest with you and you do not truly want me to lie in front of the kids. I would be setting a bad example for them."

Helen's eyes widened while Susan asked laughing incredulously. "Daddy you too?"

"What?" He asked when he saw heard the quite chuckles of his three flour covered children and saw the expression on his clean wife and daughter's face. "The boys were ganging up against my little Ladybug. I had to help her."

Again Helen Pevensie took deep breaths while her eldest daughter shook her head. "Judging from the amount of flour heaped on you I assume you all used all the flour that was in the kitchen."

"Sorry." Lucy's quite, timid, laughing and childish voice dissolved all of Helen Pevensie's anger and she was left smiling at her uncontrollable lot, which, much to her amusement, also included her husband.

"I will go and clean the kitchen." She sighed and turned to her eldest daughter. "Susan, dear, see to it that your siblings and father are clean and presentable by dinner-time."

"Okay Mummy." She replied as her mother walked off towards the kitchen.

One of her sibling, Edmund, she guessed from his height and his muffled voice, said, "Out of all the four culprits here, I am the most experienced trouble-maker." He began. "And over the years, my experience has taught me that elders should never be sent to the scene of crime."

As the meaning of his words sank in, the four Pevensie looked at one another and then, as if on cue dashed towards their room just when their Mrs. Pevensie's angry voice rang out.

"PETER! EDMUND! LUCY! ROBERT! WHAT DID YOU ALL DO HERE?!"

Susan Pevensie just shook her head and picking up her bags went to the room she shared with her sister to catch hold of her and try out the new hair-style she had seen in a magazine on her sister's brown-red hair…