“Let’s see,” Cryton said, patting and probing the bag’s interior blindly. “Bowl. Spoon. Boots that won’t fit me anymore— Aha!”
Her hand withdrew, then rose triumphantly. “Socks!”
Dru laughed watching Cryton hop to pull one up past her knee. “They’re stockings on you now!”
“Great! My knees were cold too!”
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