*And into this accomplished array of festive greenery comes the captain, who, after spending the last day or so remembering what is is to be a real captain of a ship that actually has the option of setting out to open seas once in a while, finds himself quite contentedly exhausted.
Captain Hook walks into his cheery, seasonal house looking as incongruous as a bull at a Victorian tea party, and runs his hand over one of the wreaths, head up at the sharp scent of citrus and cloves. He follows the scent*
*He frowns only slightly, as if the concept still confuses him a little, and draws up a chair to sit down at the table with her. The hook carefully pushes a few oranges out of his way*
She nods, nudging his tea towards him. "I thought it would be nice."
The frown hasn't gone unnoticed, and she sets down the orange in her hands to turn all her attention on him. "I can take it down again if you don't like it."
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Captain Hook walks into his cheery, seasonal house looking as incongruous as a bull at a Victorian tea party, and runs his hand over one of the wreaths, head up at the sharp scent of citrus and cloves. He follows the scent*
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"Welcome home."
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*He frowns only slightly, as if the concept still confuses him a little, and draws up a chair to sit down at the table with her. The hook carefully pushes a few oranges out of his way*
We have both been well occupied, it seems.
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The frown hasn't gone unnoticed, and she sets down the orange in her hands to turn all her attention on him. "I can take it down again if you don't like it."
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