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*It's two o'clock on Sunday afternoon. There's nothing particularly remarkable about this afternoon in comparison to others. The winter sun shines brightly off the snow and frozen lake, and every now and then a sharp crack sounds from the forest when a weak limb collapses under the weight of fresh snow.

Other than that, it's quiet. Perhaps too quiet.

The patio has been cleared, and as promised in the invitation, refreshments and a warm fire await.

Lucy and Alanna, however, do not. Or do they?

All shall reveal itself in time.*

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*Yelping, Alanna falls backwards like a felled tree, frantically trying to get away. It's like being tickled, in a way. She's laughing too hard to fight effectively.

Perhaps it is good that none of her enemies have ever assaulted her with the aid of laughing gas.*

The best

...cookies...

*She scoops snow with both of her arms and flings it at him.*

Birds like snow!

He merely keeps laughing, pausing only momentarily to close his eyes as the snow flies at his face.

This is, perhaps, a mistake.

*Most likely, yes. After all, that was rather a lot of snow headed his way.

Oooh, snowman!Raven.

Alanna rolls to her feet and mashes a handful of snow on his head.*

Raven emits a muffled squeak, alarmingly similar to Seafoam, and stuffs a handful of snow at Alanna's face.

Then he shoves a second one down the back of her shirt.

*Cold.

So, SO cold.

Shivering, Alanna lets out an indignant squawk and shakes the back of her sweater as she spits out snow.*

Raven! Cold. *She giggles.* That squeak sounded familiar.

"Possibly you are delusional."

Raven twitches, more than faintly.

It gives the impression of a bird shaking off water.

Or snow.

And then he left hand shoots out, tossing another loosely packed snowball at her.

'Tis possible. *She ducks, shaking snow out of her hair.* But not probable.

*hands on hips* You left a note, you see. Sparrow and Raven. Clever drawing.

"I am very clever, yes."

He grins, arms hanging loosely at his sides.

"So is Sparrow, I think. I like him. You object to the sea urchin?"

He looks concerned, then.

"I hope you did not tell it that, perhaps. Their weeping is remarkably piercing."

Not a bit. Tulip is having fun with it, though my cats wished it for a toy.

*She giggles, packing more snow together. It's starting to look a bit like a snowman.

A drunk snowman with a proportion problem, but definitely a snowman.*

I think Adam might have words with you over Seafoam. He is under the impression that we do not need more pets.

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