about ... 12? months ago

[inanhour]

It's not so cold that Sebastian can't go hang out with his friends and need accompaniment unless he tipsily falls into a snow bank somewhere. (A gentleman does not get drunk, merely... indisposed.)

But it is cold enough for there to be snow on the ground, and after stabling his horse, Sebastian pats a pile of the stuff softly. It crunches, very nicely, under his hand.

"Huh." He kneels to start molding it.

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[livinginmyglass]

"Go," she commands, releasing his arm and giving his shoulder a very demure, very lady-like smack. "And 'tis nearly time to sup."