[Irene's cloak is slightly snowy, her hair is wet with it as she lowers the hood - (the cloak had been an afterthought?) - and she steps inside, tilting her head a little at the circling foxbabies of +5 cuteness. Her eyes linger a moment there before they raise to Priscilla.]
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Date: 2011-01-02 01:34 am (UTC)It's no trouble. [Is this about ...Teresa?]