"It's about time." He grinned as the three of us ran up and sat down around the table.
"We were bathing in the stream." Lucy explained.
"So I figured." Peter smiled.
"Umm, Telum?" Peter called out, leaning back and trying to look around a tent.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" The Elf appeared.
"I think we're ready to eat, now." Peter nodded towards Susan, Lucy, and I. The Elf smiled and disappeared around the tent. When he came walking back towards us, he was carrying a tray of food. Where he got it, I'll never know.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked as he sat the tray down and reached for a teapot. The Pevensies all nodded, but I, being an American Southerner, shook my head.
"Water please." I smiled. Telum poured us all our drinks and, after making sure we didn't need anything else, disappeared.
"Would you like some bread, Lu?" Peter asked, passing the plate around the table.
"Yes." Lucy took a piece and handed the plate to me.
After we had all gotten what we wanted to eat (I got some bread, eggs, and chicken), Peter spoke up.
"We really ought to say the blessing." He pointed out.
"You're right." I agreed.
"Let's go around the table and each say something we're thankful for, besides the food." Lucy suggested, grinning. I smiled at her enthusiasm.
"Ok." Peter nodded.
"Ed would sure hate this." Susan commented. Lucy ignored her, and raised her hand.
"I'll go first." The young girl volunteered.
"Go ahead." I smiled.
"I'm thankful for…for Aslan." She grinned. The rest of us nodded our agreement.
"I'm thankful for our safety, so far." Susan took her turn.
"I'm thankful that Edmund is still alive. That the White Witch hasn't killed him." Peter said. I briefly wondered how he knew this, but I didn't want to ruin his hopes. Susan glanced my way, and I could tell that she was wondering the same thing.
"I'm thankful for…being able to meet all of you guys." I smiled at the three, who smiled too.
"Yeah." Peter grinned.
"Now, let's say the actual blessing." Lucy said.
"Ok, Lu. You say it." Peter nodded at his sister.
"Everyone bow their heads." Lucy said, as she did so. We all obeyed.
"Dear Jesus, we ask that you bless this food and help it to nou…nour…" Lucy stumbled over the word.
"Nourish." Peter quietly supplied.
"Nourish our bodies so that they can better serve You. Amen." We all looked up, and I smiled at Lucy's seriousness of the prayer.
"Amen." I repeated.
"Now we eat!" Lucy exclaimed, reaching for a piece of bread.