Edmund always enjoyed watching the reactions of first-time guests dining at Cair Paravel when the Holly dryads switched from the loam to the wine at table. The more the Hollies drank, the faster they talked and once the Females started flirting and batting their long, green, sharp lashes and leaves, the Males could be counted upon to respond prodigiously; by the fish cours, the prickly and quivering leaves became positively revelatory. A visiting delegation from a Galman farmers’ cooperative took it all in stride though even they were taken back momentarily with proliferation of Holly berries during the salads.