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"Satu!"
"No."
Astrid stopped for a moment, brilliant smile fading for a moment, before it broke out anew on her cold-nipped face. "Silly. I haven't even told you yet!"
Satu glanced up from the massive chair she was sitting at, a rather large book of indeterminite subject matter perched on her lap. The glance turned to a glare when she realised that Astrid was in the house, her winter coat and boots removed and neatly folded away, and she stood without a cup of something warm in her hands.
"Did aiti let you in?" Satu asked, trying to remember where she kept rocks for occasions such as this, and was met with a cheery shake of the head. "Then what the he-"
"Hush! I'm here to tell you something important, okay?! I can't wait to tell you." Astrid stopped suddenly, that grin refusing to fade. Something inside Satu roared at the cocky Danish grin, perhaps her Lion's blood; she scowled expectantly at Astrid, obviously waiting for her to finish.
"Satu." Her name came out in an exasperated sigh. "You're supposed to guess."
She gave up. "Um. Salmiakki. Eternal life... The Virgin Mary?" Each were met with a shake of the head and a brightening of Astrid's megawatt smile.
"I'm here with love~!" She chirped, and opened her arms (omgi'mgoingtokillheri'mflatflatflat Satu ranted inside her head) for a big hug. Satu paused.
"Wait, so, let me get this straight. You came into my house without permission .." Astrid nodded.
"You come and question me while i'm reading Ripley's." Another nod.
"And it's love." This nod was the most enthusiastic of all. Astrid drew her arms around herself and rubbed her arms, bouncing from one foot to the other.
"Will you accept it, dearest?" The bouncing increased, untl Satu made a large, angry motion for it to stop. It did.
"I told you already. No. Now get out of my house before I scream for Isä." Satu's glare was pointed and deadly- she had, after all, inherited Sweden's icy gaze. Astrid, of course, was completely unaffected by this. She glanced at the fat snowflakes falling outside and tipped her head.
"Can we at least go sledding?"
Satu sighed in defeat. "... Yes. Only if you drag me back up the hill."
"Yes! Where's the sled? Go get your boots, okay, and tell Waldo where we're going or he'll assume you got sidetracked by Russia again! Hurry, hurry!"
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