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Laura's Room, 20 December
It's actually a little terrifying, in Meg's opinion, how quickly Parker Lee gets things done.
One minute, they're standing down in the bar, having all just run into each other for the first time in ages.
The next, they're at the door to Laura's fairly utilitarian room in Milliways, because Parker has decided this calls for an impromptu Christmas party.
And ten minutes later, Parker has decorated that room almost past the point of recognition. She's thrown a bright red cloth over the crates against the back wall and laid out an array of Christmas cookies, a tray of sandwiches, funnel cakes ("funnel cake is totally festive," Parker tells them), pitchers of egg nog and some kind of green punch. She's got Christmas music playing on a CD player, she's spread cushions on the floor for them to sit on, and she's festooned the whole room with red and green tinsel-like garland and Christmas lights.
Given another twenty minutes, Meg is pretty sure Parker could have set up a tree, built a fireplace for marshmallow toasting, and possibly ordered up just the right amount of snow to have falling past the windows.
Actually, for all Meg knows, Parker may yet do all that.
And who knows what else.
One minute, they're standing down in the bar, having all just run into each other for the first time in ages.
The next, they're at the door to Laura's fairly utilitarian room in Milliways, because Parker has decided this calls for an impromptu Christmas party.
And ten minutes later, Parker has decorated that room almost past the point of recognition. She's thrown a bright red cloth over the crates against the back wall and laid out an array of Christmas cookies, a tray of sandwiches, funnel cakes ("funnel cake is totally festive," Parker tells them), pitchers of egg nog and some kind of green punch. She's got Christmas music playing on a CD player, she's spread cushions on the floor for them to sit on, and she's festooned the whole room with red and green tinsel-like garland and Christmas lights.
Given another twenty minutes, Meg is pretty sure Parker could have set up a tree, built a fireplace for marshmallow toasting, and possibly ordered up just the right amount of snow to have falling past the windows.
Actually, for all Meg knows, Parker may yet do all that.
And who knows what else.
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"So. Carols?" she asks.
"Hey, maybe we could take the show on the road. Or downstairs in this case."
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"I think we're good here, honestly. You know, we just got settled in and everything."
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"And I do not know any carols."
Beat.
"I do not sing."
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It's the candles. And the floor cushions.
"And you don't actually have to sing, or know how to sing, to sing Christmas carols. They're like Happy Birthday. Anyone can sing them."
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In non-musical ways.
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"I do not know Happy Birthday, either."
She takes this time to break off a piece of funnel cake and start eating it.
Carefully.
The powdered sugar tends to make a mess.
"It is okay."
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"And, after that....I am dying to try out these communicators."
Parker looks at Laura.
"Are there any rules against playing hide and seek in the building?"
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Then she shakes her head.
"It is okay. As long as no one gets punched."
Or kicked. Or --
Anyway, it will be useful.
And fun.
And no one will have to sing.