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* Jewel wakes early and starts to stretch, thinking better of it as her middle grouchily protests. She climbs quietly out of bed and shuffles blearily into the kitchen to put up the kettle for tea. * Jewel curses quietly under her breath, muttering as she searches through the cabinets for herbs before finding what she needs. She curses again as the kettle starts to whistle, and dives to pull it off the stove before it can wake Angel. * Angel opens one eye, then rolls over to take up some of the recently emptied space on the bed, snuggling into the warmth where her body was. * Jewel fills her mug, sitting at the kitchen table and holding her stomach as she waits for the herbs to steep. * Jewel finally reclaims her mug and sips, softly spitting a word she learned down at the docks as the tea burns her tongue. She sighs and adds a bit of cold water before sipping again, shuffling back into the bedroom and scowling faintly at the sight of her husband hogging the whole bed. An unwilling smile tugs at the corner of her lips. <Angel> ::drifts back into sleep, his face calm and somehow vulnerable, like the boy he once was:: * Jewel takes her lower lip between her teeth and stands in the doorway, leaning against the jamb and sipping her tea as she watches him sleep. * Jewel smiles wryly at a thought and shakes her head, finishing her tea. She sets the mug on her nightstand and perches on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his sleep-tousled hair. * Angel tosses lightly after a while, as if dreaming. With a sharp inhalation, he wakes, catching her arm sharply before recognizing her. * Jewel doesn't flinch, but reaches over with her free hand to stroke his back until he calms from his dream. "It's alright, love, I'm here." <Angel> ::shudders once and she can feel his heart pounding under suddenly clammy skin:: Cat. You're up early. ::his voice is forced to nonchalance:: <Jewel> Couldn't sleep. ::she makes a little face:: I've just started my courses. I hurt. ::wrinkles her nose at him playfully:: I was all ready to be grumpy at you for stealing my spot, thief... but you looked so adorable sleeping that I forgave you and watched you sleep, instead. ::smiles:: <Angel> ::leans up on one elbow and kisses her chin:: Of *course* I stole your spot, my lady. I am a thief. But I could be persuaded to share my spoils. ::he slides back over to his proper side:: <Jewel> ::slides her legs back under the covers and tucks up against his warmth with a relieved sigh:: I don't *want* to go to work today... but I suppose I must. Geremi's due to pick me up in an hour. <Angel> ::runs one hand over her shoulder and back:: Anything I can do to assist you, my lady? <Jewel> ::pouts and leans her head on his shoulder:: Can you tell me why one must hurt to be female? <Angel> Part of the general unfairness of the universe, I expect... <Jewel> Mmm. ::stretching her neck up to kiss him:: Although it does have its compensations... ::grinning a little:: The gods know how all the *other* women cope, though... <Angel> ::wraps a lock of her hair around one finger:: On a positive note, Geremi probably won't mind too much if you take it out on him. <Jewel> Ha! ::kissing his nose:: Meaning, he's likely to give as good as he gets. I pity poor Master Tower, though, if he should come today. <Angel> ::growls:: I don't. <Jewel> ::eyes going wide in mock-surprise:: Oooh, you *do* hate him, to willingly subject him to the mean and grouchy Kitty-Cat! <Angel> ::laughs lightly:: Of course I hate him. But you're not really bad. I'll take you on your worst day than any half-dozen other women on their best. <Jewel> ::smiles:: And so you have. ::winks:: But the half-dozen other women will have to do without you from now on. ::giving him one of her lit-from-within smiles:: Have I told you yet today, dearheart, how happy you make me? <Angel> ::considers this:: Not today, no. <Jewel> ::smiles wider, lacing her fingers into his hair as she rolls on top of him and kisses him soundly:: You make me able to smile, even when I'm feeling horrible. You make me the happiest woman in the world. * Angel stretches his arms and looks up at her. "Well, I'm very sorry you feel horrible, my lady. Unfortunately, I don't think there's anything you can do about it, aside from wait it out." <Jewel> ::kisses him again, a light peck on the lips, and sighs:: I know. This, too, shall pass. ::eyes him:: That was philosophy, you know. I know you're fond of philosophy. ::winks:: <Angel> ::shrugs, then winces and flicks several of his curls out from under his shoulder blade:: It gives one something to discuss at three past midnight... when one has finished running out of lies to tell. <Jewel> ::chuckles:: I should hope we could find something better to do at three past midnight. ::rolls off of him again, and eases out of bed with a sigh:: But I'm afraid it shall have to wait. I want to be fully dressed when Geremi gets here... and if I know him, he'll get here early in hopes that I'm *not.* * Angel leans up on his elbow to watch her. "Sometimes I wonder what he'd do, if you said yes to one of his various indecent proposals. I think he only tries it to irritate me." <Jewel> At his age? ::winks over her shoulder at him as she bends to slip on her chemise:: Keel over in shock, most like. <Angel> ::snickers wickedly:: Then maybe you should. I'd give a lot to see the old man speechless. <Jewel> ::squints at him dubiously:: I don't want to see *you* keel over in shock, either. <Angel> ::loftily:: I'm not that old, my lady. I think my heart can stand a shock or two. <Jewel> ::wicked grin:: I *know* you're not old, my lord. Perhaps I should call your bluff, then, and let *you* defend my person when he tries to jump me. <Angel> ::sits up and gets out of bed, combing one hand through his tangle of black curls:: Eh. We haven't had a good fight in a while. <Jewel> Ha! ::shrugs into her overdress and pulls on her bodice, starting to lace it:: We'll see what he says when he gets here, then. ::a wicked twinkle in her eye:: <Snowman> ::as if summoned, there is a 'knock' on the door - well, kick, actually:: * Angel swears and grabs his trousers off the floor. <Jewel> ::rolls her eyes:: *Told* you he'd be early. ::finishes lacing up her bodice, grinning at his language, and tucks her bodice dagger into place:: I'll get it. <Jewel> ::holds her hair ribbon between her teeth and braids her hair quickly as she walks. She pauses at the door to take the ribbon from between her teeth and tie off her braid, calling sweetly:: Who is it? <Snowman> ::sarcastically:: The beshitted Queen o' Spring, me. Who else are y'bloody expectin' at this ungodly hour? <Jewel> ::grins and checks the peephole carefully before opening the door:: Enter and be welcome, Your Flowery Highness. <Snowman> ::peers at her suspiciously as she opens the door:: Little ray of sunshine, you. ::glances over at Angel, who is stamping into his boots, but hasn't yet found a shirt:: How the fuck d'you *stand* a cheerful woman in the *morning*? <Jewel> ::smirks:: He generally gets me lying down, first. <Snowman> ::considers this:: Well, I can see how that'd make *him* cheered, me. But you? Ain't y'bored with this boy, yet? * Angel snorts and moves to the basin to comb his hair and shave. "Better me than waking up to *your* foul moods, old man." <Jewel> Hmm. ::puts a finger on her chin and regards Angel critically for a moment and waggles a hand:: Truth to tell... I am, a little. ::looks Snowman up and down, as if in a new light:: You must have something, to keep Sylvie's interest... care to give me a tumble and show me, sugar? ::slow grin:: <Snowman> ::gapes at her for a long moment, then turns to glower at Angel:: What'n hell have you been dosing *her* with? * Angel looks over with apparent disinterest. "Perhaps she just went crazy. Must be, to think *you're* interesting." <Jewel> ::eyes wide, lips curved into a lazy smile as she strokes a finger down Snowman's arm:: What, all talk and no action, you? <Snowman> ::shakes his head, then grins widely:: Not even remotely, me. ::he takes hold of Jewel's shoulders and dips her in such a manner that Angel can't see, looking for all the world as if he's kissing her rather fiercely. In a very low voice he whispers to her hair:: What the *hell* are y'doing? <Jewel> ::grins impishly and whispers back:: Calling a few bluffs. <Snowman> ::puts one hand on her ass:: I oughta call *yours*, me. ::he gives her behind a squeeze, then returns her to upright:: Nah, you ain't a talented enough slut. Need to make her practice more. <Jewel> ::muffled squeal:: * Angel has moved extremely quietly around the room while they were... ahem. Chatting. He finishes wiping his fresh-shaved face with a towel, then snaps it absently into Geremi's side. <Jewel> ::cheeks pinking:: Well... his heart's still good. "Good" being a relative term, I suppose. <Snowman> Ow! ::rubs at the sudden welt:: <Angel> ::snorts:: Serves you right, old man. Get so distracted by feeling up my wife that you don't even *hear* me sneaking up on you. Pathetic. * Jewel looks innocent and backs away slowly, absently picking up a vase from a side table and moving it well out of range. <Snowman> ::grouchily:: She *offered*. Y'bloody heard her. * Angel snorts. "And you should still know better... funny, though. I might draw a sketch, your expression was truly priceless." <Jewel> ::nods:: That's true. So... it'll be all my fault when Angel beats you senseless. I *am* sorry, Snowman. ::not sounding overly sorry at all:: I'll buy you dinner to make up. <Snowman> ::sighs:: And that's what I get, me, for takin' you to the damn cleric last time. If you ask my opinion, and I note you did not, yer fuckin' bruises heal too fast, that way. Good broken arm'd keep you outta fuckin' trouble for a while. <Jewel> ::raises an eyebrow, puzzled, looking from one to the other, finally settling her gaze on Angel:: He broke your arm? When? * Angel snaps Snowman with the towel again, this time in the neck. "Bastard." He cuts his eyes towards Jewel briefly. "It really wasn't that bad." <Jewel> But... ::looks worried, and sighs:: You boys play too rough, not to have a bonesetter in the house. <Snowman> ::shrugs:: Eh, he heals quick. ::turns to Jewel:: But I ain't in the fuckin' mood to play with him today, me. So, if you're wantin' to get t'work, let's go. <Jewel> ::nods:: I'm ready. Just a moment... ::turns to Angel, studying him worriedly for a moment. Her eyes seem to lose focus briefly, and she moves in close to him quickly, insinuating a leg between his and push-pulling him off balance with a move Dawn taught her, just enough to let her bend him over backwards and kiss him:: That's for making me worry. * Angel kisses her back with no small amount of passion, then grins at her, granting her one of his rare full smiles. "That's not exactly discouraging, my lady." <Jewel> Yes, well. ::straightens up again:: Worry me any more, and I'll just drop you the next time I do that. ::wrinkles her nose at him and straightens her bodice:: Coming, Snowman? <Snowman> ::shakes his head:: Never gonna fuckin' understand the pair of you, me. ::he opens the door and ushers her outside:: <Jewel> ::grins, checking up and down the street automatically:: Maybe you should ask Sylvie about it sometime. * Angel, after the door is closed, swears for a few minutes before getting himself back under control to prepare for his day. * Jewel heads down the steps and lets Snowman take over the escort bit, automatically making her way towards her shop by Alternate Route # 5. Her eyes lose focus, and her mind reaches back to her flat. {Forgot something...} * Snowman continues to look grouchy for a while, then appears to remember something and opens the rucksack slung around his shoulder. "Pastry?" He offers her a slighty squashed cherry and cheese pastry with icing. <Jewel> Mm? Yes, please. ::accepts it, sniffing delicately before taking a bite.:: * Angel stops mid-stretch. {Yes?} <Jewel> {Love you, husband. Check back with you in an hour.} <Angel> {I love you, as well. I think I'm going to kill him when you get back, though.} * Snowman digs through his bag again and pulls out a brown-sugar and raisin pastry. "Jokes aside, Jewel." His voice seems somehow nicer than usual. "What *were* you about, just now?" <Jewel> {Alright. Roll up the carpets first, I don't want blood on them.} <Jewel> Mm? ::glances around at Snowman, coming out of her light reverie to grin at him:: We were speculating, this morning, what your reaction would be if I said yes to one of your... how did he put it? ..."various indecent proposals." <Jewel> ::looks concerned:: I figured you knew both of us well enough at this point to realize I was pulling your leg. <Jewel> ::smiles a little:: You *nearly* got me back, though, when you dipped me. ::scowls a little:: And you *did* when you pinched my ass. Dirty old man. ::grins again:: <Snowman> ::snorts and takes a huge bite of his pastry:: Well, I didn't fuckin' figure you were askin' for me t'go committin' suicide on yer account. <Jewel> ::looks subdued:: I think it was also... ::glances around and bites her lip, murmuring:: Mm... may I 'speak you? <Snowman> ::raises one eyebrow:: Jus' don't be shoutin' in my damn ear... ain't quite slept it all off, afore I had t'come fetch ye. <Jewel> ::gently making contact, keeping her mental "voice" toned down:: {I can be quiet. Sorry... I'm getting paranoid. I didn't want the wrong ears to be listening. Did Bastian tell you about Tower?} * Snowman nods, then pushes a very fuzzy and unclear {Yeah} at her. <Jewel> {Well... I think this was a bit of practice for him. He's not comfortable with the idea of my coming on to Tower. Frankly, neither am I, but he's right, we need to know more about this.} ::out loud:: Maybe I'm just feeling peckish today. ::smiling a little:: <Snowman> ::leers:: {Oh, well in *that* fuckin' case, I'll be *delighted* t'help you practice...} <Jewel> {Amazing, the things he can be clear about...} * Snowman looks slightly hurt. "Just tryin' to help." <Jewel> Of course you were. ::pats his arm:: <Jewel> ::eyes him sidelong:: Are *you* going to be okay with this? <Snowman> ::glances at her, looks ready to make some completely crude remark, then sighs:: I broke his arm, you know, because he hit you, there. <Jewel> ::the color drains from her face, and then she flushes, putting a hand to the long-healed side of her face. She opens her mouth to say something, and then clenches her jaw closed, obviously counting to ten:: * Snowman unlocks the door to her shop. "Go in. If you're so inclined, you can yell at me inside, you." * Jewel looks around, and steps inside, not saying anything until she gets to the counter and starts setting up. <Jewel> ::takes a breath, and lets it out slowly:: I'm touched that you cared to look out for me, Snowman. I... a lot of people were more concerned than I expected them to be. <Jewel> But. <Jewel> The circumstances were extraordinary. It will *not* happen again, because I will never let him go that far without me again. You understand? I *had* to do that to him, to get him back. <Snowman> ::holds up one hand:: Before you go gettin' yourself all twisted up, I didn't do it for you. Although it ain't right for a man to be hittin' his woman. I had the 'circumstances' explained, after. But, Jewel... <Jewel> ::bites her lip:: Didn't he... oh. ::looking sad:: He... he let you do it, didn't he? <Snowman> ::he sighs and suddenly looks much older:: He were sloppy. And careless. And I ain't so much better than him, not anymore. He let it happen. <Jewel> ::rubs her face:: It... ::sighs:: You took him to a healer right away, right? It's over. If you drop it, I'll drop it. But... thank you. * Snowman leans over and kisses her, very lightly, on the cheek. "He loves you. So do I, truth. And now he don't fuckin' need to dwell on it an' feel guilty. So. The things I fuckin' do for my family." * Jewel smiles, and turns away to set out some flats of jewelry in their cases to cover the shimmer in her eyes. <Jewel> ::wipes her eyes and goes to open the door, opening for business:: <Jewel> ::time passes. The day is a fairly quiet one, a few people coming in with items or to browse, mostly sheep. The effect of the growing guildwar on business is noticeable.:: * Snowman attempts to control his mouth, to not have a more adverse effect on Jewel's business. <Snowman> ::after one particularly asinine customer leaves, he treats Jewel to a royal display of the depths of his profanity, a colorful tirade of the woman's faults, family history, and inferior intellect:: * Jewel tsk's and attempts to look offended on behalf of her customer, but a grin keeps teasing up the corner of her mouth. With a quick glance around the shop to be certain no one else is there to hear, she collapses into laughter, holding a hand to her stomach. <Jewel> ::towards lunchtime, the door bell jingles, and Jewel straightens reluctantly. The willowbark tea she had in the morning has long since worn off, and she's definitely feeling its lack.:: * Tower strolls in, carrying a small haversack. He looks well-turned-out, as usual, and narrows his eyes thoughtfully in appraisal of Snowman as he notices him standing against the wall in Isa's place. * Snowman gives Tower a barely perceptible once-over. * Tower smiles faintly, before turning to give Jewel the full force of his smile. "Mistress Jewel. I'm delighted to see you. All recovered from your... upset?" * Jewel smiles. "Master Tower. Thanks to you, I had very little to recover from. I'm all better, thank you for asking. And you? Have you gotten settled, then? You have a few more items for me?" She looks with interest at his pack. <Tower> I do. ::sparing Snowman another glance as he steps up to the counter and sets his bag on it:: I'm glad to see you've gotten more protection, as well. I admit, I worried... a pretty woman like you. I would have offered my own services, but your lead... didn't appear to think much of my talents. ::pressing his lips together slightly:: <Jewel> ::laughs lightly, glancing at Snowman and then darting a playful look at Tower from beneath lowered lashes as she opens the bag:: Angel takes good care of me. He worries, that's his job. I admit, though, I'm more accustomed to having to fend off advances of another kind, than attacks like that one. <Tower> Oh? ::following her glance at Snowman, and matching her playful tone, leaning casually on the counter:: You have your bodyguards fend off your admirers, as well? * Snowman rolls his eyes and crosses his arms casually, appearing to pay as little attention to the conversation as possible. <Jewel> ::laughs again:: No, those I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. Although, as I said, Angel is very protective. ::she smiles fondly, staring at the counter for a moment as she thinks about how protective he is. Her thoughts reach out to Bastian, making fleeting contact. {Tower's here, love. All's well so far.} <Angel> {Understood.} ::his mental voice is sharp and emotionless:: <Jewel> ::starting to peek into the bag, and looking up at him again as if a thought just occurred to her:: And what makes you think I have so many admirers, that I need a bodyguard to fend them off? <Tower> ::takes a step back to sketch a quick, courtly bow for her, looking back up with a twinkle in his eye:: Why, I have only to look at you, mistress! <Tower> ::returning to his place:: All banter aside... ::lowering his voice slightly:: ...I understand from my friends that you... hold a special place in the regard of certain prominent figures in the Guild. ::he ducks his head a little:: Perhaps I understand a bit better why your man Angel was... so chary of you, with Firehand present. I am sorry if I offended. I did not know. <Jewel> It's alright. Dawn and I have a certain... ::chooses her word carefully:: ...understanding. ::she smiles a little:: Angel just... worries. ::blushes faintly:: <Jewel> ::she raises her eyebrow:: But you said... you didn't know. And now you do? ::eyeing him shrewdly, her smile teasing:: Have you been asking after me, Master Tower? <Tower> ::one side of his mouth quirking a bit in a smile at her bantering tone:: Perhaps. I wished to become better informed of my... options. And perhaps learn how I managed to misstep with Master Angel so badly. I did not expect a bodyguard to take such offense at a bit of assistance. <Jewel> ::sighs:: He is very protective of me, as is his duty to do so. He takes his job *quite* seriously. ::carefully:: I think perhaps he was offended at the implication that he... wasn't doing it. <Tower> I-- ::nods shortly:: I understand. Still... your safety should have been his highest aim and regard. You are-- ::he stops, and sighs:: My apologies, again. ::he smiles at her:: I do not rescue fair damsels so frequently that I've learned to give up on being concerned about their welfare, after I've rescued them. * Snowman makes a disdainful snort. * Tower raises an eyebrow at Snowman, as Jewel gives him a quelling glance. <Jewel> Well. ::clearing her throat, a faint blush staining her cheeks:: Let's look at what you've brought me, and then perhaps we can talk a little more about your... options. ::she smiles at him, and reaches carefully into the bag:: * Jewel withdraws a small, bejewelled box of excellent craftsmanship. She admires the outside, and opens it carefully to see if there's anything within. <Jewel> ::the box opens into a small portable chess set, tiny silver and gold pieces with jewelled eyes. It looks like a travel set for very wealthy nobility.:: <Jewel> ::blinks in surprise at the richness of the thing:: Well... fond of chess, are you, Master Tower? <Tower> ::smiles faintly, reaching out a finger to caress one of the golden rooks lightly:: I like to play, yes. It's good exercise for the mind. ::glancing up at her:: Do you play? <Jewel> Chess? ::blinks, and lowers her eyes with a blush:: No, I don't really know the game. My husband, he played a little sometimes. <Tower> Oh? ::looking faintly more alert, focusing on her:: You're married? Or--? ::he looks the question:: <Jewel> I was. ::softly:: He died. I loved him very much. <Tower> ::matching her tone:: I'm truly sorry. * Snowman blinks a few times and crosses the room to look out the window. <Jewel> It's... it's alright. ::managing a smile:: I'm alright now. I've... landed on my feet, I suppose. <Jewel> ::glances at her distracted bodyguard:: <Jewel> ::touching Snowman gently:: {Are you alright?} <Snowman> {Just peachy... but lest you forget, the boy was known t'be my adopted son. If we're playin' this fuckin' game, we'd best play it right.} <Jewel> ::in a low voice, still looking at Snowman:: Please forgive him. My husband was... like a son to him. * Tower takes advantage of her bodyguard's inattention to take her hand gently, lifting it to his lips and kissing her fingers. Jewel looks back at him, eyes betraying her surprise, and he releases her hand just as gently with a faint smile. "It's alright, mistress, there is nothing to forgive." He eyes Snowman's back speculatively for a moment. "It's very hard to lose someone close to you. Both of you are to be commended for... your strength." <Tower> ::sadly:: I, too, know what it is like to lose someone close. I've lost many friends over the years, and my family is all gone now. One must... keep on, be true to their memory... and remember that they would have wanted only your happiness. ::he smiles at her again, gently:: <Jewel> ::studies him for a moment, and nods:: That's so true. ::sighs:: * Jewel closes the little chess set again carefully and sets it aside, reaching into the bag again and producing several more items... a pair of elegantly carved bookends, shaped as horseheads, a luxurious, thick length of brown-black fur, a small statuette of a nude woman, carved from what looks like a single piece of coral, and lastly, a pendant necklace of amethysts and jade, cleverly joined to look like a tiny cluster of grapes. * Jewel shakes her head a little at the small display of wealth, running her fingers over the nose of one of the horses, through the thick pelt, over the carved woman's finely worked curls, finally holding the pendant up to the light to study it closely. <Jewel> My... you... you seem to do quite well for yourself, Master Tower. You acquired all of these in your... travels? ::she looks impressed, turning over one item after the other to study it:: * Tower shrugs negligently, watching her marvel over his-- soon to be her-- things. "Most of them. Some I've just... had for awhile. You like them?" * Snowman rolls his eyes behind Tower's back and returns to his customary spot with its better view of the room. <Jewel> ::honestly:: They're exquisite. ::looks wry:: Although it puts me in an awful bargaining position to say so. And... you're certain you want to... dispose of all of these? <Tower> They're beautiful, yes, but not the sort of beauty I value. ::he smiles at her again, and absently picks up the pendant, holding it up to the light by its chain, as she did, and then dropping it into her palm:: Lest it be said I took advantage of a lady in a poor bargaining position... for you. As a gift. * Jewel starts slightly as he drops the grape pendant into her hand. Quickly, she blinks and tilts her hand, letting it dangle again. "Are... are you certain?" She clears her throat. "It... looks like the sort of thing that might hold... fond memories for you." * Tower eyes it again without much interest, looking at her again as she sets the pendant down, a little aside from the other things. "Not any longer. If it brings you a little happiness, I wish you joy of it." <Jewel> ::ducking her head a little, color coming to her cheeks as she glances at the pendant again:: Th-thank you. It is... most generous of you. <Tower> ::gently:: If it's not too presumptuous... it would honor me... if you would wear it. * Snowman yawns and starts digging around in his rucksack again. He fishes out another squashed - and now slightly stale - pastry and begins to eat it. <Jewel> Oh! ::picks it up again, darting an embarrassed glance at Snowman. Tower follows her gaze again, and looks amused, glancing back at her when she starts to speak again:: But... I would be too afraid of losing it. You see? ::she turns her hand, showing him the clasp:: The locking mechanism seems to be broken. A simple enough thing to fix, but it takes a little time to do it properly. And... ::blushing faintly:: My man has the way of it. It *is* nearing lunchtime. ::setting the locket down again and taking a breath:: Perhaps... you'd care to join me for a bite of lunch? My treat. ::smiling charmingly:: Besides... I need a bit of time to think over these things, and settle on a fee for you. * Tower frowns slightly at the locket, looking faintly disappointed, but smiles and offers her another bow. "Mistress Jewel, I should be delighted to join you at any repast you care to name. <Jewel> Snowman? We'll be going to lunch now. ::to Tower:: Is it alright if I keep these things here, for the moment? <Tower> ::gallantly:: I trust them to be safe in your care, mistress. * Snowman nods briefly. "Fuckin' right, says me." <Jewel> ::smiles:: Thank you. ::gives Snowman a mild glare, and then smiles at Tower again:: Shall we? * Tower offers Jewel his arm, and escorts her out without another glance at Snowman. * Snowman rolls his eyes behind Jewel's back this time, as if to say "What? I'm on mostly good behavior." |
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