“ hey. you’re here for the dinner? it’s still happening, don’t worry; henri has beethoven on full blast in the kitchen, so i don’t think anyone heard you knocking. “ her explanation is distracted by her search for the keys to the front door, stepping around the woman carefully to avoid the slippery patch of ice by the doormat. a deft twist of the keys, and the door swings open, warm golden light spilling over the mounds of freshly fallen snow that frame the doorway. the three packages of saltines, cornflakes and candy canes under her arm are set carefully on the side table inside, and she steps aside to usher their new guest into the cosy hallway, casting a somewhat irritated glance at the churning clouds above. “ i figure that blizzard is coming a day early. i’m gabriela, by the way; i don’t believe we’ve met yet. you want me to take your coat? henri just set out some mulled wine on the breakfast bar, which means someone should hopefully-- “ the booming roar of beethoven’s greatest hits conclude abruptly, and the window beside her slides open, just as the radio remote hurtles through and lands in the dumpster below. a blessing in disguise, without question.
@criedmoon liked THIS POST for a family holiday dinner starter for ROYA! ( and i’m putting the locations of the other muses in the tags in case roya wants to mingle !! )
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