[The soft sounds of a pencil scratching against paper surround Inesa. Her thoughts are captivated by the holiday and while she's only drawing, there is an aura of excitement around her. It's as if she's in her own world of light, music and freshly baked goods.

A deep voice resounds next to her and Inesa snaps back into the present. She turns to look towards him, her soft gray-blue eyes taking in the stranger next to her. He looks familiar but she's sure she hasn't seen him before. He's older but with kind deep eyes and without understanding the reason's why, she finds herself smiling back at him.]

Yes. This is Lancelot. My little knight. [She places her sketchbook on the bench and gently reaches for Lancelot, who makes a little chirping noise as he's pulled from the fur lined hood.] He is one of my very best friends.

[She places Lancelot on her lap before once again meeting Ned's gaze.] Would you like to pet him? He's very friendly.