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Oleander’s eyes lit up. A queen? How cool! No pun intended. The cold seemed to melt away if only for a second, but then she just went back to being cold. She shivered a little bit.
“But a warm cuddle by a fire doesn’t sound appeaaaaalling to you?” she chimed, if only as a joke, but it was more of a ‘I’m down if you’re down, but I’m totally not if you’re not’ sort of thing. That was Oleander’s general tune when it came to these things.
“But yes! Warm air! Please, oh please, would you hellllp me? I can make you a nice... uhhh.. cold cocoa...?” She realized at this point-- an ice type would not like warmth as much, huh?













