[Susan herself is enjoying a cup of hard cider, something to remind her of Narnia. the feasts where such cider flowed like water and she danced, danced all night with her brothers, her sister, the Beasts of Narnia. it made homesickness slide in like a knife between the ribs.

but appearances had to be maintained, so she smiled at the young man asking her the question]

It may as well be one of us. If the rules say nothing about whom it must belong to, one of ours would have to do. Don't you think?