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[hidingnolonger]

Snow again? Awesome.

I'm going out to play - anyone game? That means you, Bobby.

[Raven has gone outside in it just like she did last time, making snowballs and snow angels and just in general playing around. If you happen to wander outside, watch out for rogue snowballs coming your way, she's not picky about who she throws them at.]

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[knowsyourmind]

Again?

[hidingnolonger]

Oh, um -- yeah. Back in like, August, it snowed. Pretty groovy, right?

[knowsyourmind]

... I'm sorry. I thought you said it "snowed in August."

[hidingnolonger]

Haha, it did. It was really weird.

[knowsyourmind]

Is there anything in this keep that makes sense?

[hidingnolonger]

...Noooot really.

So, are you going to come outside?

[knowsyourmind]

Right now?

[hidingnolonger]

[Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.]

Yeeees, Charles.

[knowsyourmind]

You're planning to pelt me with snow the instant I set foot outside, aren't you.

[hidingnolonger]

...

You promised you'd never read my mind.

[knowsyourmind]

My dear, I've no need to read your mind when I've known you and your winter habits for so long.

[hidingnolonger]

[She is scowling SO HARD.]

Oh, come on Charles - have some fun! Just a little bit! It won't kill you, I swear.

[knowsyourmind]

[Oh he thought it was funny...]

What if it's toxic snow?

[hidingnolonger]

Seriously, Charles? Toxic snow?

[Her brother, the killjoy.]

[knowsyourmind]

You were present for the pumpkin fiasco, yes? I'm not sure anything is too much of a stretch, at this point.

[hidingnolonger]

Well, I'm out here in it - so it's not toxic. That means you should come.