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There is an abandoned plate of cookies sitting on the table.

Next to it, are a pair of sunglasses that may look vaguely familiar.

Curled up on the booth seat, half-but-not-quite-asleep is Jack of the Frost. His eyes are open, half-lidded, and contemplative.

And he wants to talk to someone. Anyone. You? Come by! He needs help some conversation.

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"Careful of what? Are you worried for me, little Snowdrop?" All of the weakness of that other day was disguised. She laughed bravely in his face and showed no sign of it.

Yet her hand is placed carefully in his, with great tenderness.

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His fingers are warmer than they should be.

"I think it is easier to worry for you than for me."

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"You are in more danger than I." She reminded, her voice verging on biting.

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"Verily so."

He stands.

"But there is nothing to be done. I will go to be outside."

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"Fight back." The last comment came, not from the spirit, but from the witch, the girl.

"Don't let him hurt you anymore."

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"I think it is both?"

He grins.

And is gone.