“?”

“I don’t think she likes it when you call her that.”

“I haven’t seen anyone around.” Literally.

“Gross.”

“Whatever you say…”

“Sometimes when the other houses are being too loud, it’s difficult not to judge them… Remembering when Balthus attempted to make “House Howl” a thing that one month makes it easier.”

“Was it reminiscent of coyotes? If so that…yes that may have been us…”

“Is he?”

“He gets like that. Don’t pay him any attention, he’ll bore himself eventually.”

“Stop it.”

“Oh…uh…” Well she’s got no where to be at least. “Sure.”

“You’re being overbearing.”

“I’m not helping you with this.”

“… I am not engaging with either of you. …”

“I’m telling the orange one you guys are meddling again.”

“You seem more bothered by that that I am.”

A box pressed to Linhardt von Hevring’s chest and she’s already walking away? What could be inside? A wool scarf? In the same deep indigo as her own? Indeed it is! What a delightful birthday present.

“Is she incorrect?”

“Hmmm…I wonder what Constance is cooking for dinner…” She’s already tuned him out.

She doesn’t care if she’s waking Linhardt von Hevring from his nap. The second she felt a snowflake brush her nose, she was set on what she wanted. “It’s snowing, yes?” She gives him a moment to look out at the landscape. “Describe it to me.” Normally a task for Yuri but he’s busy.