Cinio penblwydd Will (ar gyfer Will a Paul)

[branbach]

Back home, Bran had never especially liked snow. He dealt with it, because it was really just weather and you did what you had to (and then, being British, you complained about it to everyone you encountered) but he hadn't held particularly strong feelings for it. Here, he looks forward to it, appreciates it as a short respite from the oppressive

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[llewych_will]

Will is indeed still soaking and enjoying it immensely, but he sits up and climbs out of the warm tub with only a very small sigh, because the rest of the evening is nearly guaranteed to be just as pleasant and relaxing as a nice, hot bath. He wraps up in one of their fluffy towels and slips from the bathroom to the bedroom, calling as he goes, "Just let me get dressed and I'll be right out!"

[themusicaltwin]

Which is about the time Paul knocks on the door, taptaptap, before opening it with his elbow. "Anyone home?"

[branbach]

"Come in," Bran calls over his shoulder to Paul, still bent over the oven, checking over parts of the dinner. "Make yourself at home, Will will be out in a moment." And it's too bad Bran doesn't have a chance to go and help him dry off, but they'll have plenty of time later on.

[llewych_will]

Will's rather glad Bran didn't have time to do that, because it likely would've been a rather drawn-out affair by the time they finished, and the odds that it would've gone uninterrupted by Paul's arrival are quite slim. "'Lo, Paul! Be right out!" he calls from the bedroom, towelling off quickly as he changes into a jumper and blue jeans, scrubbing the towel over his hair which is yet again in need of a trim.