Iphigenia drew off her gloves and then curled and uncurled her fingers in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth that moved back into her joints. "I've been working a lot," Iphigenia admitted with a small sigh. Working as a waitress wasn't exactly what she had pictured doing with her life, but a career became somewhat impossible when she never looked older than eighteen. "It's always busy this time of year. Thank you," Iphigenia said, taking the tea. "Perfect. How has yours been so far?"
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