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A) ACTION; town.

[when she woke up to a frigidly cold house, the first thing Trisha did was get a fire going in the fireplace after checking on Alphonse and the drone children. she'd dug up all the extra blankets and linens in the house to cover them in while they slept, and then she'd listened quietly to the commotion on the phones. so, something

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C: Home

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[Alphonse hadn't even noticed the cold yet, he was too deeply asleep. He was sort of in love with sleeping again since he had become able to do it, and would happily snooze the morning away.

He only wakes up at the smell of cooking from... the fireplace in the lounge?! Rubbing his eyes as he meandered downstairs.]

Um... why is it so cold?

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We could put it in a frame and sit it on one of the end tables?

[bodyback]

Great idea!

[Although anything she said would have been a great idea.]

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When things warm up a bit, we can go look for one together!

[bodyback]

Okay!

[...He can't help it, she's so close and she's getting a hug now.]

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[oh... unexpected, but certainly not unwanted, she leans in to hug him in return.]

...Thank you, Al.

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[He squeezes her tightly, subtly seeing if she's too cold despite the blanket.]

I love you, Mom.

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I love you too, sweetheart. [so much ;; b'aww her heart... SHE'S OKAY AL DON'T WORRY...]

[bodyback]

[Now he doesn't want to let go, even though he should.]

What are you cooking?

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[well, she isn't pulling away either?]

Some tomato soup with basil. Do you want to be my taste tester?

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Definitely!

[Because... he will eat all the things ever.]

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Perfect! Just get a bowl for me, Al, okay?

[bodyback]

Okay!

[And he hurries off to do just that, returning with a bowl a few moments later.]

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[she smiles as he gets it, crouching down in front of the hearth and dipping the ladle back into the pot to pour him a serving.]

Let it cool down just a bit, alright?

[bodyback]

[He loves the feeling of the hot bowl in his hands, almost scorching his palms deliciously.]

It smells great, Mom.

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I'm glad you think so! Hopefully it will taste as good, too.