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[The door to Miranda's room is wide open. Its inhabitant is perched on the windowsill, the window flung open and her legs dangling out. She is leaning out as far as she can, to best catch the feel of the snow. It is, perhaps, a somewhat precarious position, but she does not notice.]

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[wonderfulboy]

*Peter is flying around outside, trying to dart between the snowflakes. he waves cheerfully when he passes Miranda's window*

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"O!" She waves in return, holding fast with her opposite hand.

[wonderfulboy]

*grins* Hallo! Who are you?

[topofadmiration]

[smiles] Miranda. Art thou a spirit?

[wonderfulboy]

No, I'm Peter Pan! *bows*

[topofadmiration]

Then how is't thou canst fly?

[wonderfulboy]

It's because of the fairy dust! *and apparently Miranda is still sufficiently childlike for Peter, so...* Would you like to try?

[topofadmiration]

O, yes!

[wonderfulboy]

*sprinkles her with fairy dust* There! Now think lovely thoughts!

[topofadmiration]

Lovely thoughts? Of what?

[wonderfulboy]

Of anything! Like candy, or killing pirates, or Christmas!

[topofadmiration]

[looks somewhat distressed at the thought of killing, but the last makes her curious] O, I have heard of Christmas!

[wonderfulboy]

*frowns* Only heard of it?

[topofadmiration]

[nods]

[wonderfulboy]

*something in that seems wrong to him, but it's not like he's ever had a traditional Christmas either* Well, think of something you really know about!

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[furrows her brow a little in concentration and nods] And simply... think?