>Falls off the bed. >SIGHS. SIGHS VERY LOUDLY. >FROWNS UP AT OSKAR.
But I’m cold.
>Lean over and give exactly one tiny smooch to his cheek. Laughing low you toss the blankets onto him as you go and tend to the fire.
Yeh yeh yer cold, ya could a easily fixed this by putting wood on the fire ya know.
>Putting logs on the fire you snort at him.
So where did ya go off ta this time 'round? Someplace warmer than here m'expectin'.















