Everybody enjoys winter!

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is at the fireplace, brewing up mulled cider in a copper kettle over the open flames.

Sirona is in a booth, drinking green tea and giggling at something on her computer.

Teja is in the forge, working hard on a batch of silver-and-gold mokumegane.

Ma'at is at the bar, in a brilliant mood, drinking good champagne. Voting in her country

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[mogget_cat]

If one more lump of fur adds itself to the pile of cats that is presumably dozing in the warmth of the forge, who's to know?

However, there is a lot of purring going on.

[ostro_goth]

When Teja takes a break for a drink of water, he notices that the purr pile is rather whiter than it usually is.

"Yrael?"

[mogget_cat]

A couple of ears perk from the tumble of fuzz, followed by two green eyes and a pink nose. Plus a pink tongue and very white teeth as the cat yawns widely.

"Good day, Teja," he greets the Goth.

[ostro_goth]

"The forge is a good place to flee the cold of an early winter's day," Teja says. "Greetings, my friend."

[smallgayjew]

David peers over Urquhart's shoulder curiously.

"What are you making?"

[scots_wolf]

"Hello," Urquhart says, turning to smile at him. "Mulled cider. Want some when it's ready?"

[smallgayjew]

"That sounds lovely, yes," Posner says, returning the smile. "Ta."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sends a rat to fetch another mug.

"How's life as a future Oxford student treating you?" he asks.

[not_his_pa]

William grins when he spots Bridgette, "Do you have a jacket?"

[middle_dubois]

"Not here," Bridgette says. "I never gets this cold in Phoenix!"

[not_his_pa]

"Then we should get you one so you can go outside. It can get pretty cold at night at least where I'm from."

[middle_dubois]

"Oh yes, I'd like that!" Bridgette says. "It never gets this cold at night!"