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[makemeasong]

[ Clara gives it some thought. ]

Huh, y'know, that's wrong, but I don't hate it? Does that count?

[ Taking his hand, she begins to skate slowly beside him and with him holding onto her, she feels steady on her feet. ]

Clara Beatrice. Why do I like it! [ She exclaims in the same breath she asks, laughing again. This is what she wants to remember too, always. Not the grumpy man who made it feel like he'd disliked her. ]

[thedreamer]

Is that your middle name now? Have we accidentally and perfectly stumbled onto it?

[ He begins to skate in a broader circle with her now, enfolding her hand protectively in his. ]

[makemeasong]

I think we have. My parents' shortcomings are our win. I accept this new middle name.

[ It's so good to be silly, and as they skate, she tries not to worry that she may not be able to remember it. ]

You know what we need now? Hot chocolate.

[thedreamer]

Well, fortunately for both of us, I happen to be excellent at making hot chocolate.

[ He puffs out a breath of a laugh, and as they start to slow down a bit, he reaches out to fondly tap her nose. ]

Your cheeks are red, should definitely get you back inside. Fragile human body.

[makemeasong]

That, I don't doubt at all. [ If there's anything in the kitchen he's actually amazing at, it's any dessert. Even if it seems bizarre. ]

I'm not fragile. [ She pouts as she says that, but the teasing is still there in her eyes when she looks up at him in defiance. She's definitely tiny and fragile, and needs bubble wrap. ]