"Yeah. Fairy tale logic says we're not all done having adventures until we've needed all our presents."

"Yeah. I'm still not sure about the fairy tale logic thing, but it seems to hold up most of the time from what we've seen so far."

"This is a pretty fairy tale place. I like it, especially now it's spring."

"Spring is a plus," she says. "Especially under the circumstances. If it was just an ordinary winter I'd miss it more, because I like building snow forts."

"Yeah, the winter was a sad winter, not a snow forts winter. Presumably it will be back again in an appropriate amount of time and then it will be a nicer winter."

"With Christmas," says James. "I definitely support the Narnia version of Christmas."

"I do too. I wonder if the presents are this cool every year."

"I sure hope so!"

"The beavers didn't get magic things and we didn't see what anyone else got, but the beavers seemed really happy anyhow."

"Father Christmas is interesting. You seem like the kind of person who likes having things explained, and he explained your presents way more than he did anybody else's."

"And he knew about the son of Eve thing, too. I wonder how that works. He seems much too friendly to be mind-reading without permission."

"He couldn't possibly have gotten the son of Eve thing by reading my mind, anyway. It has to be something else. Maybe it's the same as whatever he uses to tell what presents to give people in the first place."

"Yeah. Maybe like your sense-of-people but really souped up."

"Seems plausible. Maybe I'll ask him next year."

"Yeah. I wonder where he goes when it isn't Christmas."

"You can ask him next year, maybe!"

"I will have a great big list of questions for Father Christmas next year, you can bet." Pause. "I wonder if the time stopping magic on the wardrobe is good enough to let us stay here for a good long time without worrying our grownups."

"I wonder that too. I mean - if Chris gets worried she'll come to pick us up, and she'll probably find where we climbed into the wardrobe, it's pretty obvious with the chair wedging it open and all. And then I guess if it works for her it'll work for her, and if it doesn't... I dunno."

"We should ask Aslan about that tomorrow," Bella yawns.

"Mmhm. G'night."

Bella snuggles into the pillows, and goes to sleep.

James does likewise.