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Persephone is wearing this sweater and looking rather horrified at it.]
I do not approve of uniforms for such outings, Admiral. Come Edgar, we will go to this... town thing with snow.
[
A pause.]
I do not approve of snow; but perhaps this will change when I experience it.
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What're your powers?
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I am Persephone, Queen of the Underworld.
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The inn is nice and warm, as are the Bier Hauses and the shops.
[He almost says he can't blame her mother. It's good that he's not a god or even a Zarthan, 'cause if it were Laura in that position Earth would have had to exile him winter. But he just holds his tongue, it's safer to do that.]
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I will probably not be eating the food.
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Get the gingerbread. [He sighs] Apparently the gingerbread is good eatin'.
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[No she won't; Persephone is weird about food.]
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Good.
Whatever
[He throws his head back and pulls tight on the sleeves of the jumper, which falls over his eyes]