Loon Drive, Heading For the Park, Saturday Morning

[onlymistaken]

Thanks to a certain rather insistent mountain of fuzz, Cally was up and out of their room before Wesley was even awake, let alone before the arrival of any small, argumentative visitors. The air was chilly but thankfully not freezing; a warm jacket was enough to keep her comfortable as she walked along behind Nana. Fine, jogged. But not because she was being dragged! Much.

[For childlings and a boy, both on massive SP, but open to passers-by if you like!]

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[onlymistaken]

"No, you do!"

Thank you, Sjoerd. Very helpful.

"I imagine I'm not dressed as--" Talk about odd. "--you're used to seeing me either. The year is ...different... here." Hopefully that was vague enough not to panic either of them if they weren't familiar with the idea.