Jadis looks at Edmund eating the Turkish Delight.

As is natural, Tina whirled around. She had expected to see a beaver, ou a faun. But instead, she saw a girl, roughly her age. "Who are you?" Tina asked, completely bewildered. "I'm Lucy. Who are you? Where are we?"
"My name is Tina. toi wouldn't happen to be Lucy Pevensie, would you? par the way, we are in Narnia, I think."
"Uh, yes. I am Lucy Pevensie. How did toi know? And it is awfully nice to meet toi Tina."
"Thank you. Nice to meet you, too. I now toi from the books!"
"What books?"
"Why, The Chronicles of Narnia, of course!"
"Huh?"
"You never read them?"
"No! I've never even heard of them!" There...

Soon, the Stone table, tableau was in sight. Aslan was running as fast as her could, with all his beasts behind him. He didn't slow down as he approached the Table. He stopped suddenly, jerking Tina forward. She found herself back in bed, with her grandpa still reading. No time had passed.
"Grandpa, grandpa!"Tina exclaimed. "You'll never guess where I've just been!"
"What do toi mean, sweetie?" her grandfather asked, but Tina noticed a mysterious twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, grandpa, I've just been to Narnia!"
"Ah, yes. Good ol' Narnia." He chuckled as if remembering good times.
"You've been there, too, grandpa"...

Tina felt the tug of magic, and she knew that she was headed back to Narnia. She didn't know how she knew, she just...knew. She leaped up from her lit and grabbed a nice thick coat, and slipped into shoes and socks. "Tina, sweetie, what are toi doing?"
"Don't ask grandpa, just emballage, wrap your manteau tightly around yourself and keep reading." But her grandpa just sat there. He knew what Tina was doing. He , himself had been to Narnia 5 times as a child. When he had visited there for the 5th time, he was 13. Aslan had told him he was too old. He understood, and he had discovered Aslan's name in our world....