[Originally posted at Ana Mardoll's Ramblings.]
What if the white witch in her white witchiness is responsible for the total lack of apparent poverty in Narnia? What if her, "I can make food ex nihilo," power is THE source off food? Maybe she makes so much people don't know what to do with it.
"I'll help you chop and carry that wood in exchange for an old tablecloth."
"Ok, but please take these five pounds of butter and two jars of marmalade as well."
"Do I have to?"
"I you want a table cloth."
And then that person has to figure out who they're going to dump this excess luxury on because they don't have space for it in their cupboards at home. Maybe they can throw a feast for some random strangers and use some of it up.
[This seems to have been a subconscious adaptation of this zombie story idea.]