He rubs the pear gently against the sleeve of his brightly embroidered jacket, only so much as to get the worst of the dirt off, not that there is much to begin with.

Magnus has no idea that there is such a thing as a High King here, nor does he know where Naria -- or Telmar or Calormen or any islands to the east (other than Manhattan) -- is. But he takes a bite of his pear as he strolls closer.

She's right. It's quite good. Perhaps the most delicious pear he's ever tasted. He frowns down at it for a moment before continuing.

"You know every single person in Narnia, do you? Quite a memory you have."