#seasonstweetings

[damn_yourself_early]

Snow has fallen in the Nexus! Fat, fluffy flakes of white, piling and drifting from ankle- to knee-depth in places. It may still be falling, in places, and in the midst of it all is a Norse godling packing snowballs and a grin. "I swear, I had nothing to do with it--but! What's your favorite thing to do with a fresh fall of snow?"

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[damn_yourself_early]

Good thing she didn't meet Loki the First, whose great contribution to style was convincing the Red Skull and Magneto to team up. And that hat.

"So far, a guy in a blue coat, and that winter guy, and Jim," Loki answers. "Jim might be turning traitor, maybe."

But pastries! "I can discern," he offers helpfully, perking up.

[brave_heart_verity]

As evil plans go, that one was particularly swank. And that hat distracted from a multitude of sins.

"People have names, sweetheart. You should learn them. It'll impress them that you remember these things." The idea of her brother turning traitor gets a disapproving tsk from her. And she shall tsk at him when the time comes!

"Oh, can you? Okay then, how about this: after we're done playing here, you come over to my place for lunch, and we'll eat all kinds of delicious things, and you can help me decide which ones are best."

[damn_yourself_early]

Okay, granted, there was some elegance involved. Hat, tho.

"I will," he promises, "I just don't know their names yet."

Again, with the up and the perking. "Oh! Oh, that's the best plan! That plan is perfect, we'll have to do it!"

[brave_heart_verity]

You can't win them all?

"Okay, good. We'll do that. Now, where are we going for the snow fight?" She holds out a hand to him, trusting him to lead her to whatever threadspot is their base for the game.

[damn_yourself_early]

"The fort Jim and I started is over here," he answers, taking her by the hand to show her the way.