[ He doesn't break stride waiting for her to catch up, but continues down the hallway whistling tunelessly. He turns, finally, but not into the kitchen; rather, he steps into a room that's been converted into a sort of storage area. Scores of neat, colorful little bundles are arranged on the shelves; there are also a number of sweaters, also neatly folded.
He plucks one of the bundles from the shelf and shakes it out. It puffs out into a neon-orange snow suit. ]
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He plucks one of the bundles from the shelf and shakes it out. It puffs out into a neon-orange snow suit. ]
You'd better take one of these, hm?