She was having a good time, a wonderful time, and it was certainly a sad thing to have it ending so soon. But she knew a week was enough (especially for Alfred) and they would be going home today. Hypothetically. She was just slowly coaxing herself awake when she heard her name. Margaret being the least-used thing she could ever possibly be called, particularly by him, she had to assume the worse, jumping out of bed and hastily shoving her glasses onto her face to run out to him.
"What's wrong?" Maggie was, predictably, in panic mode. "What is it?"
Without further comment, Maggie went to bundle up and head outside. The snow was a little daunting, sure, but she got straight to work clearing a path to the car.
Alfred felt like his toes had fallen off after only about ten minutes of shoveling, even though his boots were supposed to be waterproof, about half the snow had managed to sneak into them anyway. Not that he normally had any problems with heavy lifting, but the cold was making him stiff, and the deeper they dug, the harder it was getting to fling the snow out of the way such that it wouldn't just fall back on top of them (it did that a few times, and he invented some new expletives for that). That, and his nose had started running and now there was snot frozen to his face. It was pretty disgusting.
Winter hardy, but only to a certain degree, Maggie started to feel it after a while, but completely and utterly refused to give up until she could slump against their vehicle to catch her breath, still holding her shovel.
"I'm never letting you plan our vacations ever again." Alfred grumbled, rubbing at his nose (which was quite raw by this point) with the back of his coat sleeve. "Next winter we're going to Hawaii."
He followed Maggie to the car and leaned against it, wishing they had that fancy remote start system so they'd at least be able to warm it up.
"... Alright, Mags, we've gotten to the car. Now what the fuck does that accomplish?"
"What's wrong?" Maggie was, predictably, in panic mode. "What is it?"
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"Hey, Al!" she called out. "How are you doing?"
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He followed Maggie to the car and leaned against it, wishing they had that fancy remote start system so they'd at least be able to warm it up.
"... Alright, Mags, we've gotten to the car. Now what the fuck does that accomplish?"
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"Look, all we need to do is find somewhere with reliable cell reception so we can call the office, right?"
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