[He'd begun all bundled up. In the process of fort building(/magicking), his scarf had gone loose, his hat had fallen off, and he'd discarded his gloves. Much easier to handle the snow with his hands, and when he could tell the snow not to be cold, why not? His cheeks and nose are pink, and his wave enthused as he spots her.
He knows it's Lucy, because he does. It's that simple.]
[She looks vaguely like a walking ball of wool, but she's remarkably nimble too. She waddles a bit towards him and the tip of her nose and cheeks are bright pink]
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He knows it's Lucy, because he does. It's that simple.]
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Hullo! These look fantastic!
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[He admits it with a guilty falter to his grin, though it only lasts a moment.]
Will Edmund come? And Susan, Peter, and Caspian?
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Wow...
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Getting a headstart, Cat?
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I was going to suggest we have an enchanter's snow fight, but I suppose we'd lose all the snow that way.
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