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[stuck_mynock]

Atton's outside, near the lake, running through lightsaber katas. He's been out there for about two hours, now, alternating between lightsaber practice and running. He doesn't appear to really have noticed the cold.

Botherable.

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[precocioustilda]

Tilda's noticed the cold.

It's the perfect excuse for a hot chocolate.

Thus: seven-year-old girl with a mug of chocolate, watching Atton (or more accurately watching his saber).

Been a long time since these two saw each other, hasn't it.

[stuck_mynock]

A thousand years.

Or, you know. A while.

"Hey, Tilda."

[precocioustilda]

"Hallo Atton! Aren't you cold?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Nah. Are you?"

[precocioustilda]

"I would be, but I have hot chocolate."

[stuck_mynock]

"Fortunate."

[precocioustilda]

"Isn't it just?"

She nods to the lightsaber.

"Having fun?"

[stuck_mynock]

"It's training. Not meant to be fun."

[precocioustilda]

Tilda gives this some thought.

"Well, are you accomplishing what you set out to do?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Sure. All I wanted to do was get some exercise."

[precocioustilda]

"Well, that's all right then."

[stuck_mynock]

"I know. S'good."

[precocioustilda]

Beamyface.

"When you're done, though, you ought to come inside and have some hot chocolate."

'Cause otherwise she will be concerned for his health, on account of the cold and all.

[stuck_mynock]

"I'm just about done." Also, he always wants hot chocolate.

[precocioustilda]

More beamyface!

"Time for chocolate, then?"

Why no, Atton, she does not suspect your ulterior motive here. Not at all.