She gives them both a look of astonished mock hurt, sniffling very fakely while waving her hands to her face in a rather good affinity look of woman possibly wounded and about to faint. And at the head of it, suddenly looking over her hands with brilliant blue in her eyes, with a grin. "Does that mean there are tarts already?"

The man laughed, the sound like rolling claps of thunder, and waved them over. Marian looked up at Caspian and grinned crazily. "You are in for a true treat. You have no lived until you've tried Stanushes fruit tarts. Do you like any specific flavors best?"