Rachel had raised her hand to wolf-whistle when her mother gripped her wrist gently, but firmly, and shot her a dagger glare. "Do not even think about it, daughter mine. Rach lowered her hand slowly, gold once again glittering in her eyes as the redhead returned to her eggnog, totally unpeturbed by either the stripping male in one corner, or the sudden appearance of the woman at the bar. This was the Green Heart, after all.
"Stay out of twelve!" She yelled in the vague direction of those with keys. It wouldn't be the first time someone 'accidentally' ended up in her room. "I haven't managed to break the clothes trunk out of the habit of biting strangers yet."
Anaya meanwhile had been mentally trying to break up the usual sibling bickering between her children before sighing deeply and shaking her head. "No one go outside if you don't want to be pelted. The small ones have built a stockpile and are looking for victims." Apparently skating had been boring and the prospect of a snowball war was too inviting.
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