Karen is informed by owl that she's a prefect. She writes her friends about that, of course.
Minor meanwhile invites Miranda to go flying in Iceland with him, the glaciers are supposedly stunning.
He borrowed one of those fancy tents that's four rooms on the inside!!
The glaciers are as advertised. Minor thinks Icelandic is charming.
"It's amazing that you can even hear the spaces between the words, it all runs together for me."
"It'd take me a while to properly get the hang of it but it's not far off from Danish and I can usually understand about half of what's said in Danish."
Giggle. Kiss. "Well I could go out and pick up some more of it but I was going to suggest hot chocolate."
Hot chocolate. "Michael'd save up for a house twice's'fast if he stopped giving Rebecca endless foreign desserts as presents, I checked. But I do see the temptation."
"Had a set in the kitchen that were for multiplying when they ran out. Catherine ate 'em. The elves unconvincingly endeavored to take the blame."
Her hands are still cold. She finds someplace warm to tuck them while she kisses him back.
"Don't think it's quite time to say it in English, yet." Kiss. "Even Cricket would find it satisfactorily complimentary, promise."
"He does! But I think he could stand to be a little more lenient, I like you a lot more than he does."
More of that, less talking.
Miranda's hands have to be warm by now but they're still under his robes and it's lovely and maybe his hands are a little chilly too.
Minor does have nice warm knees, it's true. She squeaks when he goes for hers and then giggles.