The butter's texture is looking much improved. Susan measures out her sugar into a separate bowl and adds a few spoonfuls to the butter, beating it in. "Absolutely nothing," so matter-of-fact that any ruefulness gets lost. "When I got here I was fully convinced Narnia was a silly fiction and that my siblings had, by the end, gone mad with their insistence it might be anything else. Do you remember the day when people started speaking only the truth?"