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The problem is, when it's summer, Ace forgets that Scotland is a miserable, miserable place.
But now, it isn't summer.
It's two days into fall.
And in the fall? It rains.
So now there's a dripping wet pyro, soaked to the bone thanks to a sudden storm, looking about as pleased as a bathed cat, heading for the Bar to get towels and lots and lots of hot cocoa.
And doing her best to ignore the thought that if it's raining in Scotland, soon it will be raining in Yorkshire.
But now, it isn't summer.
It's two days into fall.
And in the fall? It rains.
So now there's a dripping wet pyro, soaked to the bone thanks to a sudden storm, looking about as pleased as a bathed cat, heading for the Bar to get towels and lots and lots of hot cocoa.
And doing her best to ignore the thought that if it's raining in Scotland, soon it will be raining in Yorkshire.