Prompt: "why did the chicken cross the road? (Or: how much wood can a woodchuck chuck?)"
Pairings: Gen
Content Warnings: N/A
Chapter 10: Caspian's hands are made for holding
"I don't get it," Caspian admits after a moment and Lucy and Edmund both start laughing; he's worried, momentarily, that they're really laughing at him, but the way Edmund nearly falls into his side and how Lucy has to brace her hands against his knees to keep sitting up, it feels more companion-like than mockery. He even manages a smile while Edmund hiccups a few chuckles and Lucy wipes away a tear.
He waits until they're mostly put together to say "but, no, really, I don't get it," and Edmund nearly keels over into his lap, and Lucy's on the ground, laughing; he still doesn't get it, but he'll happily keep missing the joke as long as they stay close to him like this.
