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Mr. Saxophone and Dolly Parton
[ There's just the sound of jingling car keys. Oh boy, is it already Christmas again? ]

At least the furballs vapourized.

It's a shame, all this perfect snow and not a snowman to be seen.

[ And true to her word, she will be all bundled up outside crafting a snowman as tall as the average man. Beside her is a bucket, with carrots for the nose and cherries for the eyes. No coals. ]

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Because I can do better, given the opportunity.

What's better than the unexpected?

Not much.

That's the difference between the distractions and the real fun.

You like expecting things then? Does that make you feel good? Smarter, better than the rest of them?

Possibly because I am.

[ She smirks, and chucks a toy airplane for him to catch as she turns back to shaping that carrier. ]

Spring is coming!

[And he does! His reflexes are excellent when he's actually paying attention.

He plunks it onto the carrier's deck.]

Best hurry up, then.

They should be all in line. [ She gestures with her hands to show where the planes should be. ] Diagonal, I think.

[He rolls his eyes, but stoops to do as directed.

The lines are very precise.]

[ She just thinks he's... quirky, nicely speaking, but doesn't help him with the task, pacing around the sculpture with hands in her pockets. ]

[When he's finished, he straightens.

Dryly:]

To your specifications?

It will do. [ She smirks, teasing. The care he took was borderline obsessive. ]

Do you do this often?

[That's a good descriptor for anything he does, really.]

Not lately.

[ Alice pokes one plane out of line. ]

You should do it more.

[One eyebrow goes up. Please, he's not that neurotic.]

I stopped for a reason, you know.

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