Laertes studies the mix a little owlishly, then takes his tea and sips while he tries to puzzle the answer out. "Let's," he decides, and rummages in the pantry until it coughs up some golden raisins and shelled walnuts. "I'll cut the raisins small, if thou wilt do the same for the nuts?"

As he passes the jar of walnuts to her, Laertes considers her other question. "I know nothing of Narnia, except that it has pavenders that taste sweet and melt upon the tongue. I ... I suppose I would ask thee the same kinds of questions I would ask my father of Poland. I would know what it was to thee, and how thou camest to forget, and what madest thee yearn to remember it."