"And flowers," Caspian agrees, accepting the apple with a twinkle in his eye. Destrier is moving from apple to apple on the ground, munching away, and Susan's mare seems to be equally enjoying herself. "Which is good for the bees. And therefore, for the honey."

The Bear brightens. "What a good point, sire. Daughter of Eve. Aren't you clever. I do like honey. And apples."