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[simon_doctor]

It's Christmas morning at Southdown Abbey

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[gonna_live]

The door cracks open, just a bit.

One squinty hazel eye peers out at Simon.

The door cracks open a little more. Nobody's standing on the other side of it, though -- Kaylee's back in bed.

(The floor is cold.)

[simon_doctor]

Simon eases the door just a little further open, enough to slide through -- along with the large flat package under his arm.

"Good morning, ai ren," he murmurs, closing the door carefully behind him.

[gonna_live]

"Get in here where it's warm," comes the mumble from the bed. "Gonna catch your death out there."

[simon_doctor]

"I dressed warmly," he assures her, but nonetheless sits down on the edge of the bed and toes off his shoes preparatory to joining her under the blanket.

The package goes on the floor next to his shoes, carefully upright, leaning on the bed.