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[mm_lettie]

There is Door curled up on the couch with a peppery smelling tea cupped in her hands. She looks utterly pleased with the world, even if she's currently skimming over her political science notes.

Wonder why that could be?

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[mm_danii]

A hand rests on her shoulder.

"May I sit with you?"

[mm_lettie]

She leans her head back to look at him.

"No complaints here."

[mm_danii]

He smiles and settles beside her, one arm open in invitation.

[mm_lettie]

She shifts in against him and takes a sip of her tea.

"How are you?"