It's only revealed in little ways. When Lucy digs her fingers into the earth, plants just grow; not instantly, and not always the same types of plants, but always something will grow. Peter never loses his way, even in new cities, even in new countries. Susan has never burned a single meal, scalded a cup of tea into bitterness, or failed to have a souffle rise perfectly.

For the longest time, Edmund wondered if maybe he'd been skipped over in these new abilities, maybe as a punishment for his past misdeeds, or maybe it had something to do with him not getting a present from Father Christmas. And then, one day, as he turned to scold some obnoxiously loud boys for squabbling over some food, he found only a flock of ravens fighting over some chips on the ground, understanding their squawks as perfectly clear as if it were English.

"...would have preferred the never getting lost thing," he muttered, watching with wide eyes as the birds flew away.