"Right."

Merping Milliways.

"Right. That's all right. I think I got a finger on what's happenin'."

Finding a patch of medium-tall grass, she gently sets him down in a shallow pool — taking care to adjust his teeny golden crown. Straightening, she begins to pace while she explains.

"There's a story in my world where a wicked enchantress turns a handsome young prince into a frog. He's cursed t'stay that way until a princess sets 'im free. Not that I'm sayin' you're stuck that way. M–maybe you'll be back t'normal by mornin'. But it makes the most sense.


"I only can't figure that crown."

Because Caspian isn't royalty.

Surely that would have come up.