It would be considerably more difficult for Jan to take Mr. Tumnus out for dinner. Not because she highly doubted ever dragging him away from that electric kettle, though that was of course quite a major issue. No, mostly on account of his being a faun. X-Men had proved that the World could not accept even mutants, a species radically similar to their own so what hope did Mr. Tumnus, only half human and with a tail, have? Not much, was the answer but Jan was determined to get him outdoors. He would want to see this world. Tara had informed her that Joe had kept his head low and not been recognised as James, and so Mr. Tumnus, with an altered nose to that of his actor, would be safe if they could conceal his lower half.
"Any ideas?" Jan asked him as he flicked the kettle with a fingernail.
He finally turned around and remembered where he was, "You mean to get me outside, Ma'am?"
"Jeez, called me Jan! And yes that's what I mean."
"Well, how big are your trousers? I know my legs bend a little but I could pretend to be crippled. What about the horns?"
"Hat. And I'll get, like, some Giant Elizabethan Trousers from the fancy dress shop."
"Thank you very much. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well, try to get used to technology and electricity," Jan handed him a tablet computer, "And remember, stay out of sight of the windows."
Mr. Tumnus nodded.
The shop had had one pair, ragged and full of holes, which would have given passage to the fur that hugged Mr. Tumnus's legs. She had proceeded to a charity shop, intending to sew together a jumble of decaying garments. What had been almost at the forefront when she'd entered the shop was a pair of loose dungarees in denim XXXL. Presumably that would accommodate the bow in his legs and provide sufficient cover to fool an observer into thinking he simply had the legfs of an elephant. They may have been women's but that wouldn't matter.
When she showed them to Mr. Tumnus, Jan realised he'd never worn clothes on his legs before and that apart from the scarf he was actually stark naked. Jan took a moment to appreciate this then it occurred to her that he must be freezing in this British summer. He shoved them on, and Jan remembered he'd survived the White Witch's eternal winter and was almost sad he'd had to cover up. No matter, she slung him a long-sleeve T-shirt and and woollen skater hat, both of which she'd discovered in the same shop as the dungarees.
"Well, what species do I look?" Mr. Tumnus ventured hesitantly.
"A cross between a member of East 17 and Spock."
"Sorry?"
"Well, your ears are sort of pinned up, so they look like Spock's. The East 17 thing is the hat."
"No, I meant who're East 17? And who's Spock?"
