[Shaw grumbles, and reaches for the shirt that's nearest at hand, pulling it on without bothering with a bra. (The fact that it's Root's shirt doesn't seem to be a problem for her, either.)
Leaving the blanket with Root, she hops off the table and makes her way back over to the couch, retrieving the little gift bag she'd brought with her. Inside is a small object wrapped in tissue paper that, once unwrapped, turns out to be a fist-sized pewter carving of an elephant, in mid-step with its trunk held aloft. Without further ado, she places it on the mantle. There. A single decor item has been contributed by Sameen Shaw.]
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Leaving the blanket with Root, she hops off the table and makes her way back over to the couch, retrieving the little gift bag she'd brought with her. Inside is a small object wrapped in tissue paper that, once unwrapped, turns out to be a fist-sized pewter carving of an elephant, in mid-step with its trunk held aloft. Without further ado, she places it on the mantle. There. A single decor item has been contributed by Sameen Shaw.]