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[bellabelgium]

[ It has been an obnoxiously long day. Actually, it's been a very long week. The planning, the comparing, the struggle to find the best quality but cheapest package, the preparations, the packing, weighing the luggage over and over so they don't have to check bags, the airport, the flight, the constant reassurance that little Lodewijk will be ALRIGHT with Luxembourg... by the end of it all she was starting to wonder if her idea was a good one. But they've finally arrived and whether it be out of frustration or relief, the place seems a lot nicer than she initially imagined.

There's a chill in the air but the sun does peek through the overcast snow clouds. The snow is fresh and beautiful and white, not like the gray slush back home. The lodge itself is heavy with the scent of hot smoked meat, old cedar and pine and there's something sweet and warm in the air, pastries perhaps? Fresh bread? The crackle of wood can be heard from the massive fireplace in lodge's common space and on the board with the specials for the day clearly says that they have mulled mead. MULLED MEAD.

She blinks at the sign for a moment, tired but her face lighting up with delight as she gives Ned a gentle tug of his sleeve, trying to pull his attention away from the man grabbing their room keys. ]

Ned, look... they have mulled mead. I haven't had mead in so so long.

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[bellabelgium]

[ The view is better than she could have imagined. The air is clean and has a bite to it. The snow is white and pristine. The only thing left is-- oh, hello Broer. ]

You like it?

[ She tips her head back a little, as though trying to look up at him even though she can't with his chin resting on her like that. ]

[handelaar]

If you do.

[Which is true enough. Mountain ranges aren't something he has much opinion on, though the clean air and quiet is nice. He bops his chin on top of her head but finally relents and moves his head to the side so that she can move.]

S'quiet.

[bellabelgium]

[ She turns her head to follow him, trying to see his face, gauge a reaction (if he even has one at all). ]

Very quite. And peaceful.

[handelaar]

That too.

[What a scintillating conversationalist. Then again, that's pretty much his reaction to the view - sure, looks good, whatever, mostly he's flicking his gaze over the facilities below while trying to make sure they got their money's worth.

And it'd probably look better with a cigarette in-hand but they just got here and he's not going to risk her making a pissy face at him this soon.]

[bellabelgium]

[ He can smoke if he wants to. That's not even an issue. If anything she knows its something that she's endorsing right now because she knows it'll help him mellow out.

She breaks away from him for now, offering him a smile as she heads back in. ]

I'm gonna see if there's anything on the slopes or food scene around here.

[handelaar]

Uh - oh. Yeah.

[Well, since he's out here by himself now... SMOKE BREAK щ(≖ヮ≖щ)]

[bellabelgium]

[ He can go on ahead and smoke-- just keep the door open so they can talk. ]

[ She heads over to the bed and sits down, bouncing a little as she glances around for brochures or fliers or anything. She finds it all in the drawer beside the bed and scoops it all up, dumping it on the bed. ]

There's a lot here. I'm gonna start reading stuff off to you and you tell me what sounds good.

[handelaar]

[Oof, Bel why. He cringes when he sees the papers scatter everywhere, but instead of commenting just shoves his cigarette into his mouth and puffs away. There's a grunt - it's supposed to mean that he agrees - after a second he adds a nod to it for clarity.

Deep, smoky breaths, Nederland.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She'll clean it up. But right now she's sifting through it all, looking for anything that might catch her eye before picking up a pamphlet. ]

Let yourself get lost in relaxation with wood cabin spa and sauna?

[ Glances up to see if that interests him at all. ]

[handelaar]

[€€€€€€€€€]

[But she'd probably like being pampered.]


[.... but €€€€€]

Mm. [Exhale. And suuuuper duper casually:] How much is it.

[bellabelgium]

[ She looks over the wording on it, flipping it over in her hand and trying to inspect every angle. ]

Doesn't say.

[handelaar]

Damn.

[Smoke smoke. He leans back against the rail and flicks his gaze up to her over his hand.]

What else.

[is there, he means.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Looks over a few more of them, naming them off as she goes. ]

Restaurant, spa, restaurant, restaurant... oh, snow building competition.

[handelaar]

A - what.

[Huh????? Cue him tilting his head and scrunching his brows at her. A what now?]

[bellabelgium]

[ She glances up and rolls off the bed, heading over to him withte pamphlet in hand. In it are several pictures of different people standing next to castles, model buildings and all different structures made of snow. ]

I guess it's like a sand castle competition.

[handelaar]

[He keeps his lit cigarette to one side and leans the other way, toward her, in order to try to view the pamphlet.]

But cold, huh. What's the prize.

[There's always a prize, right.]

[bellabelgium]

Uuuhm...

[ She looks it over once more before finding it. ]

Free equipment rental, a free dinner and a thousand Euro.

[handelaar]

A thou- gimme that.

[Grabby hands grabby hands!!!!!!!]

Backtag~

[bellabelgium]

[ Blinks and lets him snatch it, giving him a pout when he takes it. ]