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She pushes the door open to Milliways Bar, cheerfully. Her visit the previous night is barely in mind, anymore. It was very uneventful. Today, she's in a better mood, though freezing. Light drifts of white snow float on a breeze into the bar from the open door as she shuts it closed. She takes off her cap, shakes her hair out, stomps her feet. It was very cold out there, and it is very warm in here -- thankfully.
A seat by the fireplace will hasten that process up a little. If only there's a seat to be found... (she knows how coveted those comfy chairs and sofas are...)
Hark! A seat, and she claims it immediately as hers.
Anyone else is going to have to duke it out over this warm and plush comfortable spot. By the fireplace.
...Where it is still warm.
Her coat and sweaters and scarf go flying off next.
A seat by the fireplace will hasten that process up a little. If only there's a seat to be found... (she knows how coveted those comfy chairs and sofas are...)
Hark! A seat, and she claims it immediately as hers.
Anyone else is going to have to duke it out over this warm and plush comfortable spot. By the fireplace.
...Where it is still warm.
Her coat and sweaters and scarf go flying off next.