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Oats is downstairs a little later than is his wont-- but when the late-evening tea cravings strike, what's a fellow to do?
The fire looks warm and inviting, and so he wanders over in that direction with his mug of tea. When he arrives, he finds a very sleepy Mary Lennox on the couch.
Well, it is a bit past her bedtime.
Oats tiptoes away, then comes back with a blanket draped over one arm.
"Good evening," he says, holding it out to her.
The fire looks warm and inviting, and so he wanders over in that direction with his mug of tea. When he arrives, he finds a very sleepy Mary Lennox on the couch.
Well, it is a bit past her bedtime.
Oats tiptoes away, then comes back with a blanket draped over one arm.
"Good evening," he says, holding it out to her.