Room 322, Tuesday Afternoon

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Anders had hoped for a clear day so he and Nathan could have one last picnic before the end of the year, but it was too cold and wet to be outside. (For him, anyhow. Probably not for Nathan.) He tried to make up for it by opening the windows as far as he could without letting rain in and unplugging everything electric on his side of the room.

The nice thing was the blasted carols had stopped, so his room was quiet.

He laid out an array of Mexican food -- probably more than they could eat, but he'd gotten overwhelmed by the menu and decided one of everything was the wisest course. And then he waited and tried to keep Lachlan out of the guacamole.

[OOC: For the boy, please.]

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The cold was definitely something Nathan didn't mind but the rain made it uncomfortable if he stayed outside too long. He didn't much like clingy clothes or wet socks.

But, he had been outside some and had seen a few strange Christmas ornamanets hanging from tree branches in the preserve but he hadn't looked closer. Now, he was dry and rapping his knuckles on the Anders' door just to make sure he was in.