A curly head appeared beside Bethberry's chair, and a subdued voice brought her out of her reverie. Gamba held up an orange, still wrapped in its paper.
"What's this?"
Bethberry smiled. "It's an orange. Take the paper off, and then peel it..." she showed him how to peel and section it.
He tasted a section, and nodded, smiling; he gave Bethberry several sections, and then set to in earnest, and it was soon gone. She smiled quietly at him, and then looked back at the fire. He watched her for a few more moments, and then quietly curled up at the foot of her chair on the side closer to the fireplace. Together they watched the flames, and soaked up the heat.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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