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[thirtycoins]

You know what they say about old hats, Miss Mun.

(And no, they does not mean Susan. Fashion would take its new-fangled hats and follow Columbus's route across the ocean blue, if I had even a jot of power here.)

Anyhow. As I was saying. Old hats. They're comfortable. Well-worn, well-loved. And you've perfected the rakish angle with which to don them. Really, I'm surprised you've ever found the need to go out and buy a new hat!

—it does get awfully dull in this dusty old mind of yours, that's all.

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[gentles]

[She arches her brow at you little brother.]

Are you really so bored you're comparing yourself to a hat, Edmund?

[minitreiver]

I don't know about hats but that sounds a lot like jeans and sneakers. Ya break them in just right and they're more comfortable than anythin' new. Besides, the new ones are so expensive.

[siredmundofthehow]

Boredom affects us all, at times. And yes, it can get awfully dull trapped in the mind of one's mun.

[he finally processes the other verison of him's username.]

Did your mun really pick that username for you, erm, us?
[Clearly Ed is confused about which is the right word to use in this case. How does one refer to one's doppelganger correctly?]
It is not as though we/you/I sold Aslan to the Witch-Queen for thirty pieces of silver like Judas Iscariot sold Jesus to the Pharisees. Aslan made a trade with her and she knew not the true meaning of the Deep Magic or of the Deeper Magic. He did what was always supposed to be done, in order to free Narnia and glad am I of this truth. We/you/I were enchanted by her and held under her thrall until we/you/I met and spoke with Aslan.