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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[nursetemple]

Well, gotta work on that, then.

[devoutish]

You cut it; you're working against it.

[nursetemple]

Damn, I'm never going to forgive myself, now that I know. I'm never grooming you ever again.

[There's an obvious smile in her voice.]

[devoutish]

What's your memory that makes you smile, then? It's your turn to share.

[nursetemple]

Hmm.

[She takes her time to think about it, going through relationships and family times.]

The last Christmas before my grandpa died. I was still little, but I remember sitting on his lap reading Alice In Wonderland in his old, creaky house in upstate New York. There was a fire on and we were snuggled under a blanket, and it was just. Kinda perfect.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[That's definitely a good memory.]

Winters were better when we had fires, weren't they.

[nursetemple]

[A small chuckle, although it sounds a little sad.]

Hm, definitely. A lot easier to deal with the cold if it's not... permanent.

[devoutish]

I used to like the winter. Can you believe that? I don't think I ever will again.

[nursetemple]

No, I get that. So did I. Winter in New York is really nice. But I'm so tired of the snow, now, I don't know if I'll ever find it magical ever again.

[devoutish]

Do you get much snow there? I've never been.

[nursetemple]

More so in the early months of the year than at Christmas generally, but yeah, we do, more or less every year. What about London?

[devoutish]

Less than in the countryside. It doesn't accumulate very much in the city, and it fast turns muddy and grey.

[nursetemple]

Upstate is definitely nicer for proper snow.

[She sighs.]

At least, the snow here is beautiful. If it wasn't so deadly...

[devoutish]

Hard to notice any beauty when it's inescapable.

[nursetemple]

Oscar Wilde would probably disagree with you.

[devoutish]

How so? I've never read him.

[nursetemple]

Ah, he's - obsessed with beauty. Capturing it, keeping it, observing it, dying for it.

[devoutish]

You don't think even he would find this place a bit old?

[nursetemple]

He probably would keep on finding things to marvel at. New people coming in all the time, that would make him happy. He loves people.

[devoutish]

Well, then. He's a more resiliant man than me.

[nursetemple]

Or maybe he's had an easier life.

[devoutish]

It amounts to the same, doesn't it? One causes the other.

[nursetemple]

Maybe. I do believe some people are able to keep an optimistic worldview even in the most dire of circumstances. But it's a rare thing. Maybe Wilde was like this.

[She pauses, then asks:]

Okay. Favorite author?

[devoutish]

The young can manage it. The kids.

[He pauses, thinking about the next question.]

I liked Twain, when I was growing up.

[nursetemple]

Never read him much. Only the requisite at school. I had a phase where I read all the Shakespeare plays. I loved the tragedies when I was a teenager.