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Connor huffs as he does the buttons on Skipper's jacket. "Hold still!" He says. His daughter doesn't listen, trying to wriggle away.
"Wanna build a snowman!" Skipper says, and the wool around her neck spikes up. Connor flinches instinctively as he finishes the last button.
"You have to stop doing that," He says, looking stern. "You can't just poke people with your quills whenever they do something you don't like."
Skipper sticks out her tongue at him.
"Put your mittens on," he says, ignoring her attitude.
"Why?" Skipper asks.
"Because you'll catch a cold, Skip."
She rolls her eyes but does so anyways. Connor wraps a scarf around her neck and then pushes her away gently.
"Go on, now, be free."
Skipper's tail wags excitedly and she runs off across the snowy field to go build her snowman.
Connor watches her closely, sitting down on the bench with a tired sigh and a small smile.
"Brought coffee."
Connor's ears perk up when he hears Schlatt's voice.
"Thanks," he says, taking the cardboard cup from Schlatt and taking a sip. The sheep hybrid sits down next to him and drapes his arm over the back of the bench.
Skipper comes bounding back to them a few moments later, yelling proudly. "Dada! Come look!"
"Hm?" Schlatt tilts his head.
"She's building a snowman," Connor explains. "Come on, let's go see what she's done." He stands up and they follow Skipper to her half-built snowman, which she shows off cheerfully.