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"Erm."
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"It's kind of awkward being ten and eleven again," says James.

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"It really is. Dad, if you are concerned about the thing I think you are concerned about I don't expect it to come up for like four years minimum."

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"All right."
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Awkwaaaaard.

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Yeeeeeep.

"...so, I think I will probably tell Renée too," says Isabella, "and I will probably attend at least a partial year of school to reacclimate in a relatively low-stakes way to having to act like a ten-year-old American, but now you know what's going on if I accidentally talk in a vaguely British accent or don't remember how to operate a microwave or something."
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Nod.
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James observes that she has the urge to tell Charlie he's holding up pretty well, and then observes that she feels like telling him that principally because he isn't holding up as well as Chris did and so his basically adequate reaction feels more impressive because it seems less effortless.

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Charlie looks down at the notebook in his hands. "Can I - are there more pictures?"

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"Yeah," she says, "but it has infinite pages, it's kind of a trick to find some of them, here -" And she takes the notebook back and finds more pictures. Scenery and creatures and historic events and their wedding.

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Wow, that was a pretty nice wedding.

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Yep.

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Eventually Bella runs out of pictures to display. "...I'm very hungry," she observes.

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"I've got food." He glances at Chris and Elizabeth. "You want to stay for dinner?"

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Chris looks at James.

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James nods.

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"Yeah, sounds good."

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Food is assemble-your-own-sandwich. Charlie makes bacon.

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It is not particularly Narnian, but Isabella puts some of most of the things on at least one of the two sandwiches she makes and reacquaints herself with the contents of a delicatessen.

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James sits near Isabella and eats food and is quiet. She is not used to feeling this kind of uncertainty, and she does not like it one bit.

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Isabella hooks her ankle around James's.

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...She smiles, suddenly and brightly. Okay. All is not lost.

"Thanks," she murmurs.
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"You're welcome."

There is sandwich. There is storebought sugar cookies.
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Sugar cookies are good. Isabella is also good.

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