[Sunny is much closer than Frieda might think! It’s no surprise when she crouches, tablecloth partly pulled aside.
Sunny waves, half-way through a drawing of another castle. He pats the space beside him, partly to get her to join (and partially because he’s afraid everyone will figure out where he is. That’s too much right now).]
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Sunny waves, half-way through a drawing of another castle. He pats the space beside him, partly to get her to join (and partially because he’s afraid everyone will figure out where he is. That’s too much right now).]