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[kitchen_maid]

Amy comes in from Ambergeldar, in a swirl of long green skirts, and radiant.

Feel free to ask her why.

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[avonlea_girl]

Somewhere by the fire, there's a gleam of red hair--not as short as Bernard's or as free as Alanna's. This hair is coiled neatly and attractively and the girl to whom it belongs is currently engrossed in a book, her feet tucked up underneath her.

It may be imagined, however, that she would not mind an interruption, particularly from this specific arrival.

[kitchen_maid]

It's not easy, not easy at all, to cross a bar full of patrons and tables and chairs and spillable drinks, while wearing a trailing dress of green brocade and heeled slippers, five months pregant and at a dead run.

But that's what fairy-given Grace is for.

"Anne!"

[avonlea_girl]

She looks up, startled, and stands just as a beaming Amy runs straight into her arms and when she has gotten over her surprise, she hugs the other girl back tightly, a disbelieving smile on her face and her large eyes gleaming.

"Amy! Oh, dear, I've missed you so--! I was so hoping you'd be here tonight!"

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh, Anne, I've missed you, too. It's been ages, simply ages. And I have so much to tell you about.

"How have you been? How is Avonlea? How is your Gilbert?"