There were no more classes for her today (she'd been trying to be good and attend them regularly - at least they were warm), so she could go bake, or go to town, or sleep, or bother Chaya. The latter two were most appealing. Hollandaise hummed creakily. Chaya, she thought, might be busy - she wasn't quite yet to the point of just appearing at the door to his room like some bit of tumbleweed blown his way. She yawned and tucked a strand of hair back into her braid.
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