She giggles her silent giggle, and tucks her shell under her arm so she can reach out and touch the kitten. She's so fluffy, even through the mitten Saoirse can feel it. She pays more attention to the kitten than the room at first. It's much warmer in here than outside, though, and before long, she sets her shell down carefully so she can start pulling off the jacket, mittens, and hat.
Once she's down to her regular clothes, she crouches to touch the kitten again. The saoilse have faded with the lack of music from the shell, and she hopes the kitten doesn't mind that she stopped playing the song.
She finally looks up and around, lifting her shell to hug it close. Everything seems so big and old, but in a pretty way, like old churches and Granny's photo albums. She puts her shell on the couch and climbs up onto it. She looks down at her dirty Wellies and makes a face, then pulls them off and sets them on the floor. There's a smudge of slush or something on the sofa cushion, and she sucks in a breath of air and pushes it off. She sends Baz a shy look and hopes he doesn't tell Magnus that she got his couch dirty with her boots.
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Once she's down to her regular clothes, she crouches to touch the kitten again. The saoilse have faded with the lack of music from the shell, and she hopes the kitten doesn't mind that she stopped playing the song.
She finally looks up and around, lifting her shell to hug it close. Everything seems so big and old, but in a pretty way, like old churches and Granny's photo albums. She puts her shell on the couch and climbs up onto it. She looks down at her dirty Wellies and makes a face, then pulls them off and sets them on the floor. There's a smudge of slush or something on the sofa cushion, and she sucks in a breath of air and pushes it off. She sends Baz a shy look and hopes he doesn't tell Magnus that she got his couch dirty with her boots.