Snow! (open)

[jarndyceheir]

Richard has never had anything like the Mansion's park during the winter. The streets of London only offer, on the whole, limited opportunities for playing in the snow. And he has now held out as long as dignity will let him. He is out in the grounds, dressed warmly, and is very earnestly building a snow fort. Mostly though trail and error.

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[dukes_daughter]

Well, the construction of a snow fort can only mean one thing. And it may not be long before a snowball or two comes sailing in his direction.

[jarndyceheir]

He ducks behind his wall and quickly constructs some return projectiles of his own.

[dukes_daughter]

"Well met, sir!" Ganymede calls from behind a tree a few yards away.

[jarndyceheir]

"And you," he calls back, letting a snowball fly.

[dukes_daughter]

She lets out a yelp as it hits the side of her head in the middle of an attempt to duck. "Art well?" he calls as she throws one back.

[jarndyceheir]

"Quite well, thank you, despite the fact I seem to be under attack," he laughs.

[dukes_daughter]

He laughs as well and, tucking some snowballs under his arm, starts over towards Richard's fort. "I surrender!"

[jarndyceheir]

"Very well, very well." He pops up behind the wall of snow. "And yet you are still armed, sir!"

[dukes_daughter]

"An offering of peace!"

[jarndyceheir]

"Ah. Much appreciated." He grins. "Defaulting, are we?"

[dukes_daughter]

"Ay, sir." He laughs. "A lucky hit."

[jarndyceheir]

"Well, I'm not above welcoming former foes, if I think the change of heart is genuine."

[dukes_daughter]

"You do not trust me, sir?"

[jarndyceheir]

He pretends to give Ganymede a critical look. "You have an honest face, sir. Please, come in."

[dukes_daughter]

She bows. "My thanks."

[jarndyceheir]

He salutes, then gestures her "in," which at this point, means behind one and a half walls.