 That's why Aslan didn't say we wouldn't stay with giants any more than he said anything about grumpy, sour-faced marsh wiggles. Look, Puddle Glump, the point is I'm sick of wind and rain and skinny fowl roasted over campfires and hard, cold earth to sleep on. Even if it's a detour, it surely can't harm us to have a comfortable place to eat and sleep for a few nights.