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"Lucy's breasts have grown back. Mostly."
"I've noticed," Peter admits. He's tried not to, it being frowned upon outside Narnia. But while Lucy doesn't quite sport the more than ample busom she did when they went hunting the White Stag--not yet--her chest is already larger than Susan's, irresistibly distracting.
"You've missed them, haven't you."
He can't deny it. They exist among many things he's missed outside Narnia, now that they're children again, but he has, despite himself, felt their absence quite forcefully. He reaches down and takes Susan's nipple between his fingers. "I've had this set to keep me occupied," he tells her.