Susan Pevensie & Mr. Wednesday
"You are quite right about that," he said softly. "But times change, people start believing in different things. People get forgotten, things get forgotten. It happens more frequently than I would like to admit. But there are some people here who remind me of home, so I am slowly starting to consider Madison Valley to be my home." Not that he really had much choice, seeing as no one could leave the town.
He offered her a small smile, and shook the offered hand. "It was lovely to speak to you as well, Susan. A delight." There was another smile from Wednesday, and he rose from his seat at the table.