Narnia was home, in Edmund's mind, but he knew what his sister meant and it wasn't far off from his own thoughts. "We've learned to handle it." Even Susan, he thought, for all that he disapproved of her methods back in England. He joined Lucy in the hunt. Some of the grasses might be woven into rope, but that would take some time.
"I started to comment more to him, but I decided I'd better not. I don't think I could have remained diplomatic." Edmund still thought Dean more bark than bite, at least in this context. His protector, whether Castiel could or would follow through on his threats or not, his post had struck a nerve in Edmund. "He's either a liar and a mockery of the sacred or a disgrace to the name, and either way..." He trailed off with a sigh and rubbed a hand over his eyes. This wasn't the time to work himself up into a fury. "I do think he'll follow Dean's lead, however."
The whole island frayed on Edmund's nerves. It wouldn't be fair to blame it on one or two people. "I'm hopeful we can. Their comments might have done as much to unify our fellow inhabitants as intentional efforts." He almost made a comment about poor taste leaving more sardines for the rest, but he still wasn't entirely easy with the whole idea of a magically-appearing banquet.