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[takethat]

[It's late morning, the air is frigid, and there's a lawyer making a fool out of himself in the snow outside the castle.

Standing near what looks like it might have once been intended to be the base of a snowman (and is now little more than a hill of snow), he's cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting--both at anyone who might be around, and into his nearby open journal, too.]

Heyyyy! Anybody want to join a snowman-making contest?? I have supplies!

[Because heck if he's going to do this alone!]

Comments

[theabjectauthor]

It shouldn't be too much work to at least find a few. [he may or may not be wishing them up. shh.] I'll be there shortly, sir.

[takethat]

I'll be looking for you!

[And he will be, as he tries to shape his poor snowman base into something. Anything.]

[theabjectauthor]

[soon enough, out he comes, face hidden behind a tower of hatboxes] Good afternoon! Where shall I harbor our haberdashery?

[takethat]

[He blinks at the amusing manner of speaking, but smiles and points to the circle of buckets he's got crammed full of other snowman decor.]

Right over there, I guess.