[when Yzak speaks it, Snow squeaks back, acknowledging. Blue can't help but breathe out a faint laugh, sitting back while the mouse scrambles up Yzak's pantleg, up onto his lap, across it and backup to Blue's shoulder, all chilly and damp now. Blue doesn't mind it at all.]
Snow it is. [he peers past the furball to Yzak.] We are ready to continue, if you are.
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Snow it is. [he peers past the furball to Yzak.] We are ready to continue, if you are.