"So she called me Edmund the Just?" Edmund asked over the telephone.

"Yeah, it's weird, right?" Peter asked.

"Kind of."

"I mean, you were only called that in "the country,"" Peter said in as quietly as he could seeing as he was using the pay phone in the dormitory.

"Wouldn't we have known if anyone else had entered into Narnia while we were there?"

"I don't know. She said that she hadn't seen flowers until she was thirteen," Peter said.

"That's weird. She would have had to be in Narnia during the White Witch's reign, and I think we would have heard if a human girl would have escaped the witch's eyes for that long," Edmund said.

"You're right. I'm just looking for people to say things that are associated with Narnia that I'm seeing things that aren't really there," Peter said as he tried to convience himself.

"Exactly."

"I need to stop looking for things associated with Narnia and live here. After all, Jane is odd enough without having been to another world," Peter said.

"This is the emotional cripple you told me about?" Edmund asked.

"Yeah, I finally convinced her to talk to me."

"Feel better?" Edmund asked.

"Yeah. I still wish that she hadn't heard that conversation, but I can't do anything about it," Peter said with a shrug.

"How did you make her cave?" Edmund asked curiously.

"I went to her flat and brought her flowers. That's when she told me that she hadn't seen flowers before she was thirteen."

"You went to her flat? Was there a caperone?" Edmund asked.

"Uh-no."

"Peter! You could ruin your reputation!"

"Ed. Calm down. We're not doing anything inappropriate. We just talked."

"But no one else can testify that."

"Look, I don't know anyone in the building and no one knows me, so it's not like they're going to run and tell mum," Peter said irritably.

"What about your professors?"

"What about them? They don't like in the same buildings that students live in."

"Oh, well, if it's a risk you're willing to take…"

"It is because there is no risk." Edmund sighed. His brother could be awfully thick at times, but there would be no convincing him otherwise. He knew as well as Edmund that vising a woman's house with out a caperone was strictly taboo.

"I have to go to a study session. Write me if anything else unusual comes up," Edumund said with a heavy sigh.

"Okay."

Peter hung up the phone. Edmund was right about both affairs even though Peter didn't want to admit it. There was no way that Jane could be Narnian. Very few people from Earth had entered the magical land, and when they did, it was always for a purpose. It wasn't exactly a prime tourist destination.

Edmund was also right that he shouldn't be going to Jane's flat by himself. If word got out, both of their reputations would be ruined even though Jane didn't seem to care, but as one of the few females in her field, she needed to hold a very high reputation if she wanted to be taken seriously. His visit to her flat needed to be a onetime affair.

The next time English history met, Jane showed up at her normal time rather than at the last minute, allowing Peter to sit next to her. "Good morning."

"Good morning," she replied as she pulled out her notebook.

"I talked to my brother the other night," Peter began.

"That's nice," she said, paying more attention to the notes she had taken during the last class period than to him.

"He doesn't think that I should visit your flat by myself," Peter said.

Jane turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Okay…"

"Your reputation would be jeopardized, and you name in the academic community would be tainted," Peter said matter of flatly.

"So you're trying to protect me?" she asked with confusion clear in her voice.

"Yes."

"From myself?"

He felt himself being lead into a trap. Telling a young modern woman that she needed to be protected from herself would mean instant furry. He needed to turn the conversation to his advantage. "No, from me."

"From you?" She tilted her head as she tried to figure out the meaning behind his statement.

"Yes, from how I might injure you honor."

"You think that I'd let you injure my honor?" she asked in slight disbelief.

"No! Not think that!" Peter said. He kept messing this up. He took a deep breath before saying, "Rumors might get started, and before you know-"

"Who would start the rumors?"

"I don't know. Someone who lives in your building. The point is-"

"Why are you people so dirty minded?" Jane demanded. "Can't people just think, 'oh, Penvensie and White are friends?' You English are quite distugsting sometimes. You're as bad as Cal-" She stopped in the middle of the word and her face turned deathly pale as if she had just slipped a major secret of the state.

Peter looked at her questioningly. "As bad as who?"

She was frozen in shock. She seemed to forget how to form sentences. "Uh-"

"Cal what?" he asked not being able to help but jump to unrealistic conclusions. Calamore was a very barbaric land south of Narnia and Archenland. They were known for being one of the few countries in that world that still used slaves, and most of those slaves were pretty women that were subject to powerful rich men's lusts.

"Californians," she said quickly as if the word just popped into her head. "Yes, California. I've read that the people there can be quiet wild."

"Ahuh," he said as he held her under a securitizing stare.

"Have you not heard of the wild parties there? After the war they seemed to let loose of civilization?" she asked rather unconvisingly.

He didn't reply; he just smiled at her rather terrible ability of lying. Her face turned red the longer he kept his bright blues eyes on her. "Stop it!" she whispered to him.

"Stop what?" he asked innocently.

"Stop looking at me like that!"

"Why?" he asked as he purposely provoked her.

"Because it feels like you're trying to see through me!" she said, irritation filling her voice and showing in her face.

He laughed. "I'm that talented?" A handful of their classmates entered to room unaware to the quarrel going on between Peter and Jane. Jane, who was known for her constant desire of privacy, shot Peter and angry glance before sitting down beside him. He leaned in a whispered in her ear, "don't want everyone to know that I can see through you?"

She jumped at the feel of his warm breath in her ear. "I said trying," she shot back as she tried to regain composure. "Not succeeding."

He grinned to himself as he wondered when was the last time anyone had seen this side, or any side other than the cool and ambitious academic, of Jane White.