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Thought: the Friends of Narnia must have a thousand inside jokes!

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"Oh gosh! I'm sorry!" Jill yelps as her juice topples all over him. Scrubb gets up, dripping apple, and she slaps a hand to her mouth, "Scrubb, I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright, really," he assures her, slightly disgruntled but otherwise fine. He takes her offered napkin, complete with more apologizes. He smiles wryly, "It's fine. It's not as if you pushed me off a cliff."

When they start laughing, their tablemates certainly don't get it, but are not at all fazed. By now everyone knows they have their own language.