Of course, will hope you sleep well. It seems to be messed up for a fair few of us lately, so I totally understand.
And have been hoping for a chance to talk to you properly for a while. We'll talk again soon I'm sure.
I'll keep an eye on your pumpkin too, wouldn't want it rolling away in your absence.
waves and smiles as she goes before selecting a new pumpkin and, with considerably more care than she started the last one, she cuts off the top and starts to scoop out the insides
<Steps carefully around the pile of somewhat mouldy pumpkins to the cold ash of a dead fire. The lake is lit by a thousand pinpricks of light from the frozen, distant stars, and the still air holds its breath. After one's eyes become accustomed to the dark, the lodges materialise into grey shadows, but no lights mark them out.>
comes to collect some of the carved pumpkins, she has a cool - slightly enchanted - place to store them ready for their intended purpose
grinning she stops to add some logs to the embers of the campfire and asks Monroe to whip up a batch of hot chocolate...maybe the sweet scent will lure the visitors back out of their cabins
We're good, there's a nasty bug trying to set up camp...making everyone cough and generally feel like death but we're standing our ground and shall not surrender easily!
grins
But, sadly, my time here is already at an end. I must retire now that some of my jobs are done around the Lounge.