[ And here comes Elle, looking for all the world like... maybe she's doing paperwork? Ssh, don't tell. She's not actually WRITING anything, of course, but she's reading it and that's almost as good. Without even looking up from what she's doing, when she comes across the blanket pile that is Cale, she sticks out a foot and gives the pile a few nudges to test for structural integrity and then promptly clambers up and sits herself down on it.
Obvious, this is a seat for Elle and nothing more or less. ]
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Obvious, this is a seat for Elle and nothing more or less. ]