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Rosie swung the door open at the same time she knelt down and spread her arms wide, as though she were a servant welcoming an aristocratic guest into a mansion. It could have been a stranger at the doorstep of the Hermes cabin but she chose to assume it was her friend, to make things more convenient. “Mikey Marshmallow,” she greeted, straightening up after a moment and snapping finger guns towards him. Luck was on her side today, considering it is was, in fact, Mikey in front of her. “Your ice cream awaits in the freezer. Did y’bring the chocolate? Say no and you’re banned forever.”