[The blanket is more welcome than he would have expected. But now he can only imagine how cold Collette must feel as well. Collette, he tells himself, is still a kid. He looks blankly up the ceiling, and finally notices the multicolored stalactites of crystal. Oh my, did he...
Of course, this line of thought is completely derailed by her next question. His look conveys the shock of the proverbial boy who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
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Of course, this line of thought is completely derailed by her next question. His look conveys the shock of the proverbial boy who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
Huh!