For Cimorene (and housemates).

[fingersofleaf]

He's busy inside, looking at the rooms--if he has the bunk in the kitchen (because really the base of the house is just two rooms, the kitchen and Haynes' bedroom), next to the stove, and Galwyn's been taking the other one before, but with the addition there's a new section that neatly divides into three small rooms (perhaps eight by five feet, so

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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene is almost aggressively fighting off the snit Howl had put her in into, though her subsequent conversations with other people have helped. Somewhat. And it is a nice day, after all, so another walk seemed in order. There was a lot of anger to get rid of in the first place, after all. Wizards.

She was going to put off seeing Percy until she'd made a decision one way or the other, but suddenly there's the cottage anyhow, right in front of her. She halfheartedly glares at her traitorous feet. However, since she is here anyway, Cimorene decides to go ahead and poke her head in.

"Hello?" She half knocks, half just comes in.

[fingersofleaf]

"Hi!" He turns from the bed, gives Alma a ruffle. As usual, his shock of red hair is tousled, and there're smudges on his face. Always dirty, this one. But always smiling.

[dragon_dealer]

She can't help returning it. "Some spring cleaning, then? Or just the usual?"

[fingersofleaf]

"Sorta the usual. It is pretty messy, isn't it?" Not that we are self-conscious because there is a really nice, strong, not-afraid-to-put-in-shingles girl in our house, or anything.