[Emmeryn, who has never rested a day in her life and has no intention of starting now, runs about the house and the yard making sure everyone is situated, keeping snacks and drinks available in the kitchen, bringing hot beverages out to everyone outside. More often than not, Mila is with her, cradled in one arm or floating idly with one blobby hand clinging to the edge of her sweater. Everyone gets greeted at the door (and hugged, if you're a hug kind of person), and absolutely no amount of winter gear will free you from her tutting,] Love, you're going to catch cold if you're out there any longer; come in, come in. [The fussing, predictably, doesn't end there; just as quickly, it's,] Let me take your things. How would you like your tea—or would you prefer hot chocolate?

[She has presents, too—in another world, it would be time for the winter festival, and even if it weren't, she's happy to take everyone's company as an excuse. Once everyone's here and settled she flits about between all her guests with one immaculately-wrapped box at a time to be placed in its recipients hands, casually as anything. Emmeryn is better at presents than I am though so if we aren't gonna handwave the contents you're gonna have to help me come up with them!!!

Otherwise, though, she'll spend the party happily hostessing, and you'll find her all over the place, checking in on everyone and just pleased as punch that you're all here.

Alternatively, if you're outside, you might find Duma with his head stuck in a snowbank, somehow.]