And really it was a wonderful tea.

There was a nice brown egg, lightly boiled, for each of them, and then sardines on toast, and then buttered toast, and then toast with honey, and then a sugar-topped cake. And when Lucy was tired of eating, the cute Leto II in his adorable prosthetic nose began to talk.

I have nothing but love for The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. A deep, vast, weepy love.

I did rather snort at the PCification of the line "war is ugly when women fight," though.

The only things I would have preferred were a deeper, more resonating voice for Aslan (and louder roars), and a creepier voice for Maugrim. Fenris Ulf always gave me chills as a kid.

Tilda. Is. Love.