Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Smells like Christmas.

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It has been a busy night at Castle Wyvern. Much discussing has happened in the dining room, and no one really noticed the quiet little busyness that passed to and fro during the meeting, asking about words on the cookbook pages that she held.

But now the meeting has broken up, patrols have set out, the television jabbers comfortably.

And the kitchen smells really good.

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She looks around with a wide-eyed expression, then sits up and hides her face in her hands. For a moment it seems like she's crying, but then the giggles get away from her.

"Everything but my pride," she manages to say.

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Lex jumps down and offers her a hand up. "That's all right, then."

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She lets him pull her up, then impulsively ignores the timer's shrill to put her arms around him in a hug.

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Surprised Lex is surprised! But he's also got enough brains to return the hug.

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The timer stops, and Icy grumbles and reluctantly lets him go to rescue her pies.

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"They still okay in there?"