The Untold Tales of Tumnus and Lucy

Part Three: Sardines

Notes: I own nothing. This popped into my brain because the way he said "and perhaps we can break into the sardines" made it seem like 'breaking into' sardines was a special act. Thank you for all the reviews, everyone! I'm so glad y'all enjoy them so much!

As for reviews that I couldn't reply since they weren't signed in:

To A: Don't jump up and down too much, I'm afraid for your well-being! Oh I'm so glad that you are becoming a Lucy/Tumnus fan (and who cares what others thing, honestly?)

To Catchcat: I'm glad to be fueling your fire for Lucy/Tumnus although I must confess that I have no idea who Caspian is. But I am all about Lucy and being in love so yay for that!

To Lobo Diablo Lone Wolf: I'm so glad you enjoy them! And I'm working on them constantly!

To PhoenixFyre: Thanks for enjoying these so much. Tumnus is adorable.

To IsisReborn: Lucy is still young, in the first, she is non a Queen, in the second, she is a Queen but in the first-crowning stages. So young, I suppose is the answer to how old she is, lol. My hope with these is that those that ship T/L can see them as romance and those that don't see them as friendship, so I'm trying to please both peoples.

To SheWhoDoesn'tFeelLikeLogingIn: I just thought that she should wiggle her ears, and I was disappointed that I never saw Tumnus's ears move in the movie (although they were supposed to, but I guess I never saw it). So I ended up writing that.

To Erin: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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Lucy's small frame stood in the doorway of Tumnus's pantry, her Queen's gown flowing to the edges of the doorway and her wide eyes taking in his inventory, as she watched him sort through his many items of tea things. The room was small enough for one person (or Faun) to stand in and every shelf was filled to the top with tins and sacks of different things.

"Why aren't we having sardines?" she asked, looking to see that the shelves had at least five or more small tins of the fish.

"They're only for special occasions," Tumnus replied, opening a tin of cookies and, finding only one inside, he scrunched up his nose in distaste, "Need to make some more," he muttered to himself before replacing the tin on its shelf.

"Why do you have so many then?"

A small smile appeared on his face as he took down another tin and opened it, "I like to think that every day is worthy of having something to celebrate."

"And today isn't?"

It was a quiet question, but he still heard the faintly hurt tone in her voice. Turning to her, he smiled, "What day is it?"

Frowning slightly, she tilted her head to the side, "Friday."

Nodding with satisfaction, he took down two cans of sardines; "I don't believe I've had a Queen of Narnia come to tea on a Friday before."