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"Er, yes….I’m fairly sure. Shall we?"

She bows dramatically, offering her hand. "Of course. Don't get lost!"

She’ll chose to ignore her, mainly because she thinks she is wrong but doesn’t want to be rude. “Where are you from anyway?”

"The Netherlands. My parents are here for work and said I gotta make friends." So they dropped her off at Cee's house because they know her mum. "Were you born here?"

"A Starbucks panini is good enough for me." She didn’t wait for Lotte, although maybe she should have, but instead started off in the direction the nearest coffee shop. They were much easier to find in America, she thought. Maybe there was more, or maybe they were put in more sensible places. "I have my Christmas Eve party, do every year, but I don’t think I have plans for the day yet."

Lotte's getting used to Cecelia just stomping off with her giant legs, speeding up to catch up with her again. "Mhmm, alright. We could do something together, if you want, if nothing else comes up. I mean, I don't really celebrate, but I think I can endure it." She's actually got a really obvious crush on Cee. But it's not really a romance sorta crush-- more like a 'wow you're a super cool person' crush.

"Erm, we can walk if that’s all right with you." 

"Yeah! Got everything? Coat, bag, whatever?"

"You wanna put some money on it?"

"Yeah, no, I was planning on just... leaving now. But I'm guessing that's not gonna happen, huh?"

she’s ready to argue, but the blonde as a point; cecelia gets grumpy without food and sleep. “fine— we doing starbucks lunch too or proper lunch?” for cee, it’s gonna be a long day. see, her boyfriend still thinks santa is real, so she’s going to have to do all the shopping, and the rapping, and then get up in the middle night to put the presents out, on her own. 

"well, since i'm so sweet and kind, why don't i let you choose?" she's got no preference either way, and cee might insist they go with what she wants anyway, this saves time. "so d'you have any grand plans for christmas or are you keeping it quiet?"

 ”What are you talking about, England is lovely, I’m going to live in London when I grow up. My oldest brother lives there, I’m going to stay with him next summer.”

"England's rainy and cold and everyone makes fun of my accent. I wanna go home." Even though back at home it's rainy and cold and everyone makes fun of her too.