Library, Monday

[intotheout]

There was chocolate behind every door. Tip had been on the island long enough now that that wasn't too surprising for her. She was hardly even bothered by having Christmas shoved in her face all December, anymore.

She was, however, having a lovely time trying to construct an improvised door to see if the chocolate manifested itself behind it.

She was even writing it all down. It wasn't wasting time, it was science!

[open!]