"Peter, darling?"

"Yes, love?"

You raised a pointed eyebrow at him, a heavy basket of drapes in your arms.

"A little help here?"

"Oh, sorry."

Phillip snorted and pawed the ground, tossing his head regally at you.

"Ahem."

"My apologies. It's excellent to see you, Phillip, the noblest horse in all of Narnia and beyond."

Peter, now carrying the basket, shook it at you teasingly.

"Why don't you ever praise me like that?"

"How mistaken of me, Peter the bravest, sweetest, handsomest, funniest, kindest-"