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[slayer_fray]

Mel's still kind of feeling guilty about missing Christmas, even though her stocking and her presents and her industrial strength egg nog were all still waiting for her and she got to exchange the important stuff with Mikey anyway.

But.. there's stuff she's still not really talked about, and for once - she kinda wants to.

This evening, she's choosing

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[mnr_splinter]

It is indeed.
So hard.

Difficult, even.

Which is exactly why an old soul takes pity on her and fulfills her silent request.

There may even be whipped cream.

[slayer_fray]

Mel lifts up her head at the shoulders, careful not to disturb the elephant on her belly, and takes the mug in both hands with a long inhalation of steam.

"You rock my world."

[mnr_splinter]

The rat grins at her as he makes his way across the living room towards his favorite meditation pillow.

"It is good to know I have not lost my touch."

[slayer_fray]

It's remarkably difficult to drink hot chocolate while lying on one's back without spilling or disturbing one's elephant. Mel ends up bringing her legs up in a crunch as her spine curls around Stampy and she gives herself a faceful of whipped cream.

"How's your day going?"