After a moment, she looks around, as if trying to find something. She seems to let it go, leading them inside the restaurant, but then she spots some white cotton that they've provided at a crafting station not far from their Christmas tree.
She grins, grabbing a big handful as she passes by, and holds it up to the daruma's face. ]
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[ Said idly. Christmas colours, is it?
After a moment, she looks around, as if trying to find something. She seems to let it go, leading them inside the restaurant, but then she spots some white cotton that they've provided at a crafting station not far from their Christmas tree.
She grins, grabbing a big handful as she passes by, and holds it up to the daruma's face. ]
Look, a beard. Like Mr Santa Claus.