2025 Summer Camp Amortunnel Blind Date Night finished

date: 26 august 2025
time: –:–
location: london quidditch stadium



Livia took a moment to survey the other girl's appearance, her gaze lingering on the billowing sleeves of her prettily-patterned dress. The care with which the newcomer had treated her appearance caused a small glimmer to shine in Livia's eyes even as she did her best to avoid putting forth a broad smile. She kept it to a small, controlled nod of affirmation. The colours just complemented her complexion so perfectly; if Livia had learnt anything about wizarding children this summer, it was that even independent of their parents, they often had a keen eye for the creation of visual art through fashion. Her 'date' for this evening was hardly an exception. 'You look lovely,' Livia offered finally, directing her gaze forward as she waited for the ride to start.

Her anticipation of movement did not rob her of her listening skill. She nodded again, the corners of her lips playing at an otherwise-tamed, rather polite smile as Lucille introduced herself. A lovely name fit for the type of youth Livia's mother would suggest she interact with. The understanding that she was in the boat with someone of her calibre lent itself to her shoulders losing just a bit of their tension, with her fingers loosening so that, although still laced together, she no longer held her hands in an iron grip.

Twin eyebrows arched when Lucille apologised. 'Disappoint? Hardly.' She did not elaborate just yet, but she nonetheless considered Lucille's words. That she was not alone in not looking for a date did not surprise her, although the chances that she would end up in the boat with someone of a similar mindset had to have been infinitesimally minuscule. Her lips twitched at the quip at the end of Lucille's statement, but that was not what she would reply to. Instead, her fingers tapped against one another, her hands still resting in her lap, as she slowly angled her chin so she could meet Lucille's gaze, keeping her posture straight all the while. 'I concur—the ride most certainly did look interesting. I had assumed we would be celebrating all sorts of love. Familial, platonic, and the like. It was only after I observed those waiting in line that I realised most participants were looking for a date of the, well, Cupid-struck sort.' Finally, her lips did flatten into a tight-lipped smile. 'It really is a pleasure to have encountered someone not searching for such a thing. But, of course, that's not to say I wouldn't appreciate becoming acquainted with you.'

Lucille, however, kept apologising. Livia pressed her hands closer together and had to stop herself from clenching her jaw; instead, she simply adjusted her posture and drew her shoulder blades further back, taking a deep breath to steel herself. She rarely dealt with anyone insecure who wasn't her brother, and even with her beloved Julenka, she occasionally struggled to calm him. 'You have nothing to apologise for, you know. I am here for the same reason as you; being stuck with you is the utmost benison of this arrangement.'

Slowly, as if unsure, Livia's expression began to mirror that of Lucille. It was an exercise she was not unused to—matching her tutors' emotions had earned her mixes of praise and scolding, depending on her skill during the day, back home. However, with someone her own age, and without onlookers, it was far easier to allow a slightly softer smile, even if she would not be able to come close to Lucille's bright eyes and broad grin.

One day, she swore she would solve the puzzle. However, as the ride jolted into motion, she moved her hands to hold onto the bench, her eyes wide with astonishment at the mechanisms and the magic. She stared ahead at the opening scarlet curtains, and a scent strangely akin to homemade bread mixed in with the familiar scents of cedar and white lilies wafted into her nostrils. Livia inhaled slowly, trying to savour the scent, when she quickly abandoned that notion in favour of excitedly staring at the flowers that, as if straight out of a storybook, swayed against the walls of the ride.. 'This is beautiful,' she whispered to Lucille. 'I didn't know the flowers would be real!'

date 26/08/25

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mentions @Livia Machavariani

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As Livia spoke, Lucille began to relax. She tilted her head, a curious look in her eye when Livia complimented her, as if she was trying to distinguish whether she was being polite or she meant it. It was often Lucille's mannerisms that made her stand out; the way she looked was hardly something to comment on. Still, she had seen how Livia had taken a moment to fully take in her outfit, and so she figured the girl must mean it.

"Likewise." Now that she had looked at Livia properly, she saw the bright, striking shade of the girl's eyes. The red from the girl's clothing seemed to enhance them. "Did you know red and green are complementary to each other? I guess you can say this shirt brings out your eyes." Lucille's voice was softer now, tinged with amusement at her little joke, although her compliment was genuine. Even if she had noticed a spark of something off in Livia's expression. Lucille didn't give the thought too much attention, especially when Livia faced forward, anticipating the start of the ride.

She seemed to relax, a smile beginning to spread on her lips. Happy with that, Lucille, too, faced forward. Livia was calm, composed. She seemed to radiate organization and polish, someone who knew what she wanted and was going to steadily work towards it. She was also one of the few people that might be able to make Lucille, a generally bubbly, excitable presence, calm herself down, matching Livia's stoic energy.

"That hit me in line, too. I mean, I assumed it would be a bit of a date spot, but it struck me that I might be messing up someone's hopes for a blind date." She said it casually, no longer sounding apologetic; it seemed Livia's assurance had worked. "I think my best representation of love would be the familial kind. My family is very dear to me; romance, not so much. I wasn't too eager on this being my first date, either." She gestured vaguely, encompassing the gondola, the tunnel, and the rest of their surroundings.

"I think it's interesting how many words people have for their loved ones. Some languages will refer to their beloveds as their life or moon or soul. It feels like so much weight for a word to carry. English encompasses it all simply with love." She could feel she was rambling, but she continued, now leaning over the side to dip her fingers in the water. "Of course, one could argue that, for example, a word such as darling is for romantic use. But I could call you darling and there would be nothing between us, would there?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as she idly mused on her own. She wasn't expecting a response from Livia, but wouldn't be surprised if she gave one.

The ride jolted to a start, and Lucille gave a little yelp and snapped upright, shaking the excess water off her hand back into the river. She giggled a little, laughing at herself for being startled. Thankfully, the jolt hadn't thrown her off balance, years spent astride horses having kicked in, allowing her to shift her weight reflexively when the ride moved, going along with it. Still, she rested her hands on the loveseat on either side of her, ready to grip it tightly should she need to. Although, seeing as the ride was intended to be a romantic escapade, she doubted there would be a reason to do that.

She glanced at Livia, and was intrigued to see what she thought was genuine curiosity and excitement in the girl's expression. Her eyes had opened wider, looking even brighter when she did, and Lucille smiled as she faced forward once more. A new scent filled the air, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to savor it. It felt like roses in a forest, coupled with a cup of tea, as she read a book under a tree. It felt like comfort personified.

When she opened her eyes, the gondola had entered a room. Lucille glanced back frantically to see what she had missed when she was distracted, only to see scarlet curtains, petals falling from above. She heard Livia's voice, excited about the flowers, and turned back, only now taking in the room they were passing through. It felt like spring personified, and had she not already been unstable once before, she would've reached out to touch the flowers that were stretching towards them.

"It really is," she agreed, voice full of wonder as she looked around and then up, trying to see where the petals were coming from. She was unable to make out their source, but petals did begin to rain on her face. She laughed softly, cupping her hands, letting petals fall into them. Then, she offered them to Livia. "A keepsake from our first date?" she said, putting special emphasis on that last word, a humorous attempt.

It was then that she noticed the paintings on the walls. Each stroke was done so well they had, at first, seemed to be real, at least to her. "Oh, the walls are beautifully done," she said, eyes looking past Livia to the opposite wall. Lucille loved art and flowers both, and spring was her favorite season, so she would've been perfectly happy to remain in this room for the entire ride. Still, it was an incredibly promising start, and she was now growing excited for the rooms to come.

@Tone Bakugo

Violet in English, Red in Korean and Blue in French

It felt like an eternity to get to the front of that cursed line. By the time their turn came, Ye-jun's head physically hurt from all the chatter it had to soak up. Still, he survived and was about to enjoy some well-deserved freedom, which brought him a great joy. Léa on the other hand, didn’t look happy at all. He could pinpoint the exact moment she realized her mistake. It showed in the way her whole face scrunched in displeasure. “I see...I guess we were supposed to stand in a different lines. Sorry, Léa.” He said, feigning disappointment...as if he hadn't been waiting for this very moment ever since she dragged him into the line.

“But...” The witch was clearly about to protest, when one of the staff came to usher Ye-jun in. Thank God! One crisis averted. Ye-jun secretly sighed in relief. Now all he had to do was to pray somebody sane was waiting for him on the other side. Hopefully, whoever it was, wouldn’t be equally eager to the girl he just left behind. He might seriously consider drowning himself if that was the case…

To his utter surprise however, the person waiting by the boat was someone Ye-jun never expect to see there. Because same as he, said boy was not supposed to be there. Coincidentally, he was also the exact person he had been wanting to meet this evening but thought he missed the chance. “Tone?” He muttered in poorly hidden disbelief. Not for the first time since they met, the Beauxbatons student was completely caught of guard. Because not only was he not supposed to be here but his hair was also glaringly different. That in itself wouldn't be so strange since the Japanese boy liked to change his hair often but this look didn’t seem...intentional. It was not that he looked bad. Quite the opposite. Ye-jun thought longer hair actually suited him but Tone's hairstyles were usually pretty immaculate, which this one didn’t seem to be. It made Ye-jun wonder if there was some deeper reason behind the slight messiness.

Either way, he let himself be hugged, slowly getting used to that type of affection when it came to this particular Mahoutokoro student. Yet even as they parted and an arm was slung over his shoulder, Ye-jun’s gaze lingered on his friend’s unruly white locks. “Long hair suits you,” the remark slipped by his lips before he realized what he was saying. Fashion after all, was one of his passions so the Beauxbatons simply couldn’t help himself. “It could use some love though. Let me know if you ever want some help with it. I’d be happy to assist.” He added, voice dripping with sincerity.

What are you doing? Is that the most important thing right now?! Ye-jun’s brain swiftly reminded him of his situation and the guilt that has been eating him up ever since he was forced to break his promise. He frowned even as he stepped into the boat. “Destiny…right. It does feel like it. But it’s on me that it had to interfere today.” He offered his hand to Tone in case he needed support joining him in the boat. “I’m really sorry I didn’t meet you like we were supposed to. I really wanted to, but I was…intercepted on my way. A family acquaintance I couldn’t quite refuse…” He apologized with a sigh, too remorseful for his mistake that he didn't even ponder why the other boy ended up here as well.

Obnoxiously Strong *Lovely Creature * Sixth Sense * Impartial * The Martial artist * Fearless * Prodigal Dark Arts
Stats: Stamina: 10 * Evasion: 14 * Strength: 16 * Wisdom: 11 * Arcane Power: 8 * Accuracy: 13

date: 26 august 2025
time: –:–
location: london quidditch stadium



The unexpected compliment from Lucille caused a small jolt in Livia's veins; she sat a bit straighter, and rather abruptly, she was not sure where to look. She directed her gaze straight ahead at first, and then to Lucille, and then off to the side as she murmured a small, 'I—I didn't know that, thank you.' Her cheeks grew pink from the embarrassment at stumbling over her words combined with her struggle to easily take the compliment.

She was surprised to hear Lucille had imagined this event would be popular among those searching for a romantic blind date—at least, that was what she took from Lucille's words. She did her best to prohibit her expression from showing her confusion, but finally came to the internal conclusion that there must have been some societal norm that resulted in blind, romantic dates. It wasn't a notion Livia understood—with what little she knew of romance, she still hoped that she would know the future object of her affections deeply before any type of romantic bond formed. Nonetheless... perhaps it wasn't that simple. Perhaps the point was that you couldn't control love. She thought back to mania, the obsessive type of love. Perhaps it was that love was the thing that did the controlling, after all.

A quick, almost hyper, nod would emphasise how much Livia agreed with Lucille's opinion. 'I wholeheartedly concur. I adore my family. But I think it's a bit too soon for romance. Well, at least for me.' She let out a slightly-awkward giggle that was uncharacteristic but perhaps fuelled by the newness and her perceived strangeness of the situation.

As Lucille continued to speak, Livia listened with such rapt attention that she might have unintentionally stared at the other girl. She let every word resonate within her, choosing to listen actively instead of letting the speech float in one ear and fall out the other. Something about love, the life, and the moon was nearly poetic. She thought back to her Russian term of endearment for her little brother—my little sun. Perhaps she was not so different from the masses.

Instead of responding immediately, Livia took the time to let Lucille's words sink in. The ride continued to move forward, and instead of sitting quite so rigidly, Livia did her best to fully immerse herself in the experience. She continued to breathe in the strangely intoxicating, cedar-tinged air, and she closed her eyes to better bask in the vernal warmth. Something landing on her face made her open them once again; she picked what appeared to be a petal of a white rose off of her nose, and she let out a small, borderline-giddy laugh before noticing a bird flying off towards the walls. Spring had never been her favourite season—she had tended towards preferring either summer, since that meant she saw her extended family, or autumn, with its crisp breezes and multicoloured trees, but if spring were like this, picking a favourite would have hardly been a contest.

Finally, she opened her mouth to reply to Lucille. The words came out softly, slowly. Her uncertain voice held a resistance not unlike that of nails against glass. 'No, nothing at all—except it's still cordiality, no? I mean, you could insult me instead! But you're making a choice not to. So maybe there is something, even if it's not romantic in nature, but still something, that makes you say something nice, when you would have had the option of not saying it at all, or saying something far ruder instead.' She gazed at Lucille thoughtfully. 'That was a really neat observation, though.' She hesitated before saying anything more, scouring the depths of her thoughts for a compliment that could mirror that which Lucille had given her earlier, but such an endeavour resulted in her just staring blankly at the other girl before finally blinking and turning her now pink-tinged face to gawp at the painted walls moving by.

A small, positively startled gasp emanated from her when Lucille passed her the petals. Her lips quickly curved upwards as she did her best to not let any of the petals fall. It took her a bit longer to process the words being spoken, but the smile now on her lips did not fade in the slightest. 'For me!?' she breathed, trying her hand at joking as well. She struggled to keep a straight face in the midst of what she perceived as absurdity, and she nearly collapsed into giggles once again—it seemed being around someone fun could certainly make her all the more personable. Nonetheless, she still managed to keep herself from collapsing; however, a few stray laughs made it out of her self-imposed stoicism. Once the haphazardly-contained bubbles of laughter subsided, she added, 'Why thank you.'

She could do nothing but agree about how beautifully the walls had been crafted; although Livia understood they were not real scenes of nature, had she been unaware of that fact, she might have been fooled. 'That type of craftsmanship—that type of care. Wow. Imagine how much time someone must have spent painting all of that.' She toyed with the petals in her hands, the soft texture providing her with an idea of what, if real, the flowers on the wall would feel like. She was almost—but still not quite!—certain that those on the wall would have the rough texture of dried paint, but she could still pretend.

The boat continued to beat on, and the air began to radiate warmth. Livia's smile only grew, although she did glance backwards towards the twin weeping willows that were now behind her and Lucille. Turning her stare to the walls ahead informed her that this was now a beach scene; Livia, who rarely sojourned at the beach, felt her eyes widen, and she leaned forward to acquire a better view. She stared down at the water next to the boat, eyes widening when she saw what had to be a jellyfish, but then, there was something else reflected in the water. She glanced upwards and gasped.

'Look!' she whispered to Lucille, gesturing with one petal-strewn hand to the ceiling. 'It looks almost like Patroni, except it can't be, but oh, what if it is!?' One foot bounced slightly before she quickly stalled her movement, not wanting to rock the boat too much. Livia ultimately turned her gaze forward, although she would look at Lucille if the other girl spoke, and she remained enchanted by the prospect of seeing sea creatures. A cool, vaguely coconut-like breeze accosted her face and hair, and although she couldn't tamper with the grin that remained firmly on her features, she managed to tamp down the aggressive laughter that threatened to escape her, and replace it with something far softer. 'I love summer,' she murmured, and after a small pause, she directed her next words to Lucille. 'It's probably my favourite season. Autumn is pretty, but I get to see my uncle and grandfather in summer. They live in these beautiful mountains, and it's always so warm there, so you can always go outside and enjoy nature. Well, provided it's not too hot, but the breeze tends to moderate things, as it does here.' She paused, distracted by what she thought might have been the sounding of a seagull, but she quickly shook it off and added, 'I don't go to the beach often. I can't remember the last time I went, actually. It might have been in Georgia. Do you go often?'

Interacting with: @Mikey Forville Mentioning: N/A Date: 08/26/25

Word Count: 360

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The day seemed brighter. Especially the moment she laid eyes on Mikey. His blue eyes locked with her hazel. Sparks flying between them as his brown hair lightly moved in the breeze. She nearly stopped midstep before she caught herself and snapped out of the train of thought she knew she would fall into and not easily come out of. She walked closer to him. Barely hearing his whispered hello. His smile curving upward, almost apologetic as he said it was time. Avery sucked in a deep breath. Preparing herself for what was to come and trying to calm her nerves with no luck. Avery watched as Mikey first approached the gondola and sat down. His careful movements and the way he held the boat so it wouldn't tip was planned precisely. Avery was surprised about this until she remembered that Mikey grew up in the muggle world where boats were decently common. Avery herself had never been in a boat before, so all she could hope was that she didn't fall out. As Mikey outstretched his hand to help her into the boat, she accepted it gratefully. Their hands locking tightly as she took one precarious step into the boat. Upon realizing that the boat wouldn't dump or sink under their combined weight, she sat placed her other leg into the boat and sat down shakily. Unused to the unstable environment. Avery sat close to Mikey. Their shoulders touching as her uneasiness began to settle. Mikey was there and she knew he wouldn't let her fall. That thought alone calmed Avery's nerves as the boat began to move. Drifting slowly and calmly through the lazy river. "Here we go." Avery whispered back. Barely audible. Her nerves still getting the better of her. To get her mind off of the rocking boat and how close she was sitting to Mikey, Avery looked up and was met by the beautiful scenery before her. The weeping willows lazily drifted in the breeze as the scent of roses filled the air. Avery wasn't sure what was to happen, but she was sure of one thing. She was glad that she had signed up.

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Mikey steadied the gondola by leaning against the gunwale with one hand, fingers curled hard into the wood as if it was his touch alone that would maintain balance. Water swayed beneath them in a slow back and forth that insinuated itself into the pattern his breathing. He was pretty comfortable on boats and was thankful it wasn’t his first time.

Pink flowers drifted along the surface of the stream in ethereal curves, catching the light of enchanted lanterns overhead. Some were wrapped securely into Avery's hair, holding on as if the ride itself had adopted her as the centerpiece. Mikey saw her and his mouth crinkling up into a soft smile. He jerked his face away quickly, though the grin remained, and when his eyes dropped to their shoulders touching, he didn't shift away. He simply allowed the contact to hang there, a steadying grasp in the shifting light of the tunnel.

"Count the ripples," he breathed, his voice quieter than the violin sound weaving through the room. Half advise, half lesson, something he could have said to himself as well as to her. "One… two… three." During the fourth repetition of water lightly slapping the hull of the ship, he found the knot in his chest untangled. Air no longer seemed to be too heavy in his lungs. The boat took them beneath sagging curtains of willow fronds, green fingers quiet and moving on the water until they passed through the red drapes and into the room beyond.

Summer welcomed them with a sweep of warm sound and light. The ceiling above them, which was painted with sea creatures in their silhouettes, softly glowed as they floated by across the imitation sky. Glowing jellyfish ascended and descended with the gondola, their delicate pulses lighting the edges of the water like time lapse fireworks. A breeze passed over them. salt and wax candle, a dreamer's imitation of the sea. In the distance, the call of gulls, then the mournful song like whistling of a whale.

He ran his hand along the wicker rim of the seat, balancing himself against the pressure of putting his thoughts into words. He flipped the shortest glance at her, blue eyes glinting in the water-light, before redirecting them to the jellyfish. He reached in to the small tray between them that held the deck of cards, wax edges glinting with the lantern light.

He shuffled through them once, then pulled the card from the top "'What's your favorite place outside your hometown?'" He placed the card gently on his knee and stretched back between the cushions. The fake sea's brilliance played a moving light on the side of his face, patterns shifting across his cheek as if he reclined half afloat in water. His focus, however, wasn't on the trim or on the jellyfish, it was on her, his eyes wide and curious, as if he held his breath while waiting for her response as if it were more significant than the question really implied.

Interacting with: @Mikey Forville Mentioning: N/A Date: 08/26/25

Word Count: 291

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The beauty of the ride had entranced Avery for a moment. The drooping willows gently brushing her outstretched hand, the bright light as if the sun was shining down upon her, and the sweet smell of roses relaxed her. Causing her to forget the pain that she bore every day and gave her a chance to feel free. Safe. With Mikey beside her. Even the slight creaking and rocking of the boat as it glided smoothly across the water calmed Avery. Though boats were new to her, for some reason this boat was different than she had expected. All the boats she had seen were usually thrown around in rough waves. Something Avery never wanted to experience. A rogue broom was plenty to deal with without adding crazy boats. Avery moved closer to Mikey to the point where her shoulder pressed deeper into his. Though her overall nerves had lessened, she still wanted to feel Mikey's presence next to her. He was her rock. Her way of staying grounded as the world continued to spin around her. Avery listened closely to Mikey's question. Her favorite place outside of her hometown? Where else had she always loved to be? That's when it hit her. The one place that she hadn't visited in years. Her former friend's house. "Well, I guess a place I loved outside of my hometown was my old friend's house in London. I used to spend every day with her until she died. She died almost five years ago now from a car accident." Avery swallowed hard. Tears threatened to fall, but she wouldn't let them fall. Couldn't let them fall. She had to be strong. "What about you? What's your favorite place outside of your hometown?" Avery asked.

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Emma had debated coming to camp, but her parents had decided in the end that she should attend, and there really was no reason for her not to. So, she had reluctantly packed her things and arrived in London. She at least had found friends to bunk with, but she also had pulled her books (yes there were multiple) on several occasions while also frustrated that magic fried electricity so she couldn’t carry a more convenient e-reader. But at the same time, physical books had a certain beauty to them, and she did enjoy reading them. It would just be a bit more convenient if she could have 20 on hand without all the weight.

Emma wasn’t sure what she had been thinking when she signed up for the ride, but she must have been riding the high of finishing one of her romances, and found herself in that dreamy area of seeing love and meet cutes everywhere. She had no clue who she would be partnered with and hadn’t dared bring her latest book, figuring that that would be rude. She was especially glad when she saw the boats, noting that it would likely not go unnoticed if she had pulled out her book in the middle because she and her partner were just sitting there in awkward silence.

Quickly all the things that she could think of to talk about went through her mind and then disappeared like puffs of smoke. Sighing, she thought to herself, well, I’m almost there, it’s not like I can duck out now. She did her best to grin welcomingly at her partner, climing in after them. She grinned at the greeting in a language she wasn’t familiar with, glad that they seemed to realize that and translate it immediately. Although they could be saying something rude, but she’d run with the translating immediately piece. “Hello, nice to meet you, Botan. I’m Emma.” Immediately she jumped in with “How are you? Have you enjoyed camp?” She was going to do everything she possibly could to avoid any silences, sure that they would be awkward ones.

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Ripley surveyed the floating pumpkins, "CONFESS HERE", "TRUTH", glared at him. He had been uncharacteristically forthright with Summer, and maybe himself, too. But it was too much of himself in too little time -- plus, being a boat ride bummer was not on his bingo card for this evening. Ripley smiled, "It sounds like you met the right person at the right time, then! I'm sure I'll find my people, too. I always have, I guess."

He downplayed the final statement with 'I guess', but it was true, Ripley met new people, especially new groups of his peers often and he tended to have no trouble integrating and then standing out in groups. Hogwarts would be the same, he thought to himself, other people would be scared and anxious but he'd be fine. Right? Right?? His confident expression faltered for a second and then equanimity was regained. No sooner had these thoughts crossed his mind then the boat crossed the final threshold of this love tunnel and it was, not unexpectedly, winter.

The scene was right out of a jovial holiday fantasy -- a couple riding through a forest of pines, stars blooming in abundance overhead, tree ornaments, tinsel, and a cool breeze, undoubtedly to nudge the riders closer together. Ripley felt it on his face, the rest of him swathed in a shimmering green robe with a faint paisley pattern, light enough to make it ideal for a summer evening. He looked over at Summer, who was wearing short sleeves. The boat was slowing down, letting the couple linger in the moment. She must be cold here! I'll bet she's shivering, he thought, and without hesitation, he pulled off his light robe and draped it gently over her shoulders.

"I hope this is okay," he said, "it got chilly here, all of the sudden."

He let a beat pass so the two of them could take in the scene, then he turned to Summer and asked: "What gives you the coziest feeling in the winter?"