attn: Cimorene

[fingersofleaf]

The fireplace is in excellent working condition, the house is decorated with holly and boxwood garlands and some spruce from the woods; Alma has a red ribbon tied loosely around her neck, which she is trying continually to bite off. The house almost always smells like spice and cider and warmth, and there's a little carved creche in the middle of

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[dragon_dealer]

She comes in, breathless and flushed with the cold. Her arms are full with parcels in plain brown paper, and there is snow dotting her black hair like small, melting lace.

"Percy... you made dinner." She is surprised, but not displeased.

[fingersofleaf]

"I'm tryin'." He turns and grins at her, and then yelps as the smell of fiery potholder becomes more evident. "Oh, lord--"

[dragon_dealer]

"Hopeless," she yelps, moving to get some of the water she's moved inside so it won't freeze.

[fingersofleaf]

"I forgot all about that--" Being Percy, he just grabs the potholder up in his hand and plunges it into the water. "Sorry. I'm sorry."