[The doorknob to the Fruitcake room jiggles awkwardly, as if someone's struggling with it, before finally turning and allowing the door to open. Behind it is Estelle, her hands full as she's carrying a tray with two cups of cocoa and a plate of cookies.]
Oh, good! You're here.
[She probably could have checked before getting the snacks, but. Oh well.]
Week 1: Thursday Evening, before Curfew
Oh, good! You're here.
[She probably could have checked before getting the snacks, but. Oh well.]