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[alec_or_alonzo]

The door opens and in strolls Phil. In one hand she's carrying a folded up slip of paper and in the other a ball of yarn, some knitting needles, and what appears to be a crumpled up knitting project of some sort

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[kitchen_maid]

"Hello, Phil," says Amy, still red-cheeked from having been outside in the snow.

"How are you?"

[alec_or_alonzo]

"Hello, Amy!" says Phil, setting down her knitting (well, more like throwing it down, if you want to know the truth). She's thrilled by the distraction.

"I'm doing quite well. And you? You look like you've been outside. Cocoa?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Caspian and I had a snowball fight," says Amy, laughing. "Cocoa sounds perfect. It's cold out there."

And having a brother who drops snow down the back of your neck and then pulls you over doesn't help with staying warm, as amusing as it is.

[alec_or_alonzo]

She laughs, "That sounds like fun! I haven't been outside here myself. I always mean to go, I'm just hopelessly forgetful. Some day I shall."

She flags down a passing waitrat and orders Amy some cocoa. With marshmallows. "I imagine that brothers are perfect for snowball fights. I haven't any brothers or sisters myself. I am the quintessential only child. I'm spoiled to the core, and I adore it."