[ Said with some humour, as she takes the coat from him and slides it onto the coat rack, next to her own layers--cloak, coat, scarf, mittens. Hellboy may be his own furnace, but the cold does nothing for Kida, truly. Whatever he has in his pockets, knick-knacks of wood or metal, make a gentle rattle as the fabric settles. Nothing broken.
In just her tunic this time, she pulls apart the bundle of seaweed, readying them for washing and cutting. ] You will have to explain to me--how this 'pancake' is made.
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[ Said with some humour, as she takes the coat from him and slides it onto the coat rack, next to her own layers--cloak, coat, scarf, mittens. Hellboy may be his own furnace, but the cold does nothing for Kida, truly. Whatever he has in his pockets, knick-knacks of wood or metal, make a gentle rattle as the fabric settles. Nothing broken.
In just her tunic this time, she pulls apart the bundle of seaweed, readying them for washing and cutting. ] You will have to explain to me--how this 'pancake' is made.