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[Lacus is sitting in the park, despite the chill weather, )Pink bounding about nearby. She's covered in a thick blanket of multicolored patches of material; a partially finished quilt. In her hands is also a tiny garment she's knitting.]
Pink, come here! [Spouting a delighted Lacus, Lacus!, Pink bounces over and Lacus holds up the garment -- it's a tiny coat, custom made for a haro.]
[That task done, she resumes her work, idly singing to herself:]
At the place where stars fall, I'm always wishing for your laughter. Even though we're apart now We can meet again.
[She's in the mood for general company, and specific company. If Axel doesn't happen by, she's not beyond going to his house.]