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It's warm outside, or as warm as a place that's supposed to look something like Scotland (Ace remains unconvinced) can ever get, so she's outside to get the most of it. Soon it will start to rain again, and then the rain will be snow and sleet and all sorts of other winter nastiness, and once again she'll have to grumble about magicians who are clearly Not Right In The Head Making A Place Like Scotland.
It doesn't help that no one will listen to her and move the farmhouse to somewhere more reasonable. Like Aruba.
Anyway.
She has all the necessary tools for some serious sunbathing - big blanket, lots of yummy junk food, a pile of trashy romance novels, and sunglasses.
She also has her running shoes, because...
Does anyone really need a reason to do a couple dozen (or more...) windsprints before getting down to the business of lounging? Of course not.
It doesn't help that no one will listen to her and move the farmhouse to somewhere more reasonable. Like Aruba.
Anyway.
She has all the necessary tools for some serious sunbathing - big blanket, lots of yummy junk food, a pile of trashy romance novels, and sunglasses.
She also has her running shoes, because...
Does anyone really need a reason to do a couple dozen (or more...) windsprints before getting down to the business of lounging? Of course not.