Edmund was bundled against the cold when he entered the Royal Kitchen. He smiled when he spotted Arthur at the latter's table. He liked Arthur, liked him for his own sake as well as Susan's friend, more than any of his sisters' previous suitors. Certainly, there was no comparison between Arthur and the Calormene prince Edmund occasionally referred to (out of his older sister's hearing) as 'the Ass.'
Edmund's smile grew as he made his way to the table just as a waiter arrived with the pitcher of cider. "That's just what I need," he said. "It might as well be freezing out there." A slight exaggeration, but Edmund had never been fond of the cold. "How are you, Arthur?"