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Aramis never dreamed that they might be near the throes of a blizzard when they finally took their belated anniversary trip to Kagura, but now that they're safe within its walls, he has to admit he's rather enjoying it. The wind hammers the windows as the drifts pile up against them, but inside they're safe and warm, with the roar of the huge fires in every hearth crackling in counter to the howling winds outside.

Aramis is currently draped half across a couch and half across Porthos, a huge mug of rum spiked cocoa in his hands. He sighs and tilts his head back against Porthos' shoulder. "Well, if we were afraid we might miss Lucie too much to enjoy ourselves, at least our path home has been removed," he muses. "We are well and truly stuck, cariño."