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[sunbaked_baker]

There are few things better in winter than curling up under a bunch of blankets beside a roaring fire, with a mug of hot chocolate (with marshmallows, of course) and a stack of new books.

Especially when it is all covered with a sense of getting away with something.

This would be the opinion of ten-year-old Rae Seddon, who is enjoying it immensely.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae smiles back. "He may have knocked the cat off the back of the couch while it was asleep."

"The cat wasn't hurt," she adds, quickly. "But it looked really silly."

She'd given it scritches to make up for it.

[cook_the_rude]

"Was it a white cat?" Dr. Lecter asks.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Mm-hmm," Rae nods with a smile, leaning down to accept the knife from the returned Ivanhoe and thank him. "It wasn't happy about falling, but stuck around for scritches anyway."

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course he did," Dr. Lecter says. "I know him."

[sunbaked_baker]

"He's a nice cat," she allows, though adds as Ivanhoe snorts through his whiskers, "except when he's teasing the rats."

Ivanhoe squeaks pointedly, and scurries away, getting back to his other duties.

[cook_the_rude]

"They all have opinions about each other here," Dr. Lecter says, watching the rat scurry away.

[sunbaked_baker]

"People always have opinions about others they're around often - guess that goes for cats and rats here, too," Rae smiles, holding the base of the cupcake steady and carefully cutting the cupcake in two equal halves. The icing is barely disturbed.

"There we go - you pick."

[cook_the_rude]

"Perfect," Dr. Lecter says, and takes the half closer to him.