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[mmquitecontrary]

It's cold. Mary's gotten more used to the temperature of an English winter over the past three years, but sometimes the ferocity of the wind still startles her.

Currently she's sitting at a table doing her best to add sugar to her tea while wearing mittens, which means that there is more sugar on the table than in the tea and a scowl on Mary's

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[asar_suti]

Asar-Suti was drinking coffee, and suspecting that Mary was playing a game. Why would anybody in their right mind wear mittens indoors?

[mmquitecontrary]

Because their hands are cold, of course!

Also because Mary is stubborn, and, having failed once, she is determined not to remove the mittens until she has succeeded in getting one full spoonful into her tea.

And - there we go. Mary triumphs over the mittens, and then removes them demurely and places them in her lap.

[asar_suti]

"They're full of sugar," Asar-Suti points out.

[mmquitecontrary]

"They are not," Mary says, and surreptitiously shakes them out onto the floor to be sure.

(Several grains of sugar tumble out.)

"It is not as if I was pouring sugar onto my wrists!"

[notapoodle]

"Y'know, I find it far more effective to actually get the sugar inside the drink, but that's just a personal preference."

Mary appears to be getting watched by a well-dressed, blond teen from a table nearby, who has also chosen to snark at the mitten-clad girl.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary turns her head to aim a killer glare at the boy.

"I find it more effective to mind one's own business," she retorts, "but I suppose that is just a personal preference of mine."

(This is also a blatant, blatant lie. Mary has never minded her own business in her life.)

[notapoodle]

The glare is returned with an eyebrow arch and the development of an amused smile.

"See, now that's where you're going wrong. Minding your own business isn't going to prevent you from slinging sugar all over the table," he replies, smug in his own tea drinking.

[mmquitecontrary]

"Perhaps if other people minded theirs -"

Her spoon slips again, and Mary's scowl redoubles.

"- I should be better able to concentrate and there would not be any difficulty! But I suppose you find it more amusing to watch me spill."

[a1enzo]

"Hi, Mary!" He looks curiously at her hands. "What're you wearing?"

[mmquitecontrary]

"Mittens," Mary says, and holds up her hand to demonstrate.

"They are for keeping your hands warm. Do you not have them?"

[a1enzo]

"No, we like it cold. Does not having fingers make you warmer?"

It's certainly not a connection he would have made.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary looks startled.

"I still have fingers! They are just covered in cloth." She wiggles them individually underneath the fabric, to demonstrate.