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Hello.  How are you?   Me too.  A little chilly but good.

No, we’ve only been here a few minutes.  Didn’t know whether Isobel and I should get a place in the queue… it’s long, but moving fast.

We’re glad you guys have arrived.  I don’t know when you’re meant to get too old for a Christmas Grotto… but I’ve not grown out of them yet… and I’m twenty-three [*].

I’m not entirely sure how convincing this place looks from outside… as if they’ve had trouble converting it from Halloween to Christmas this year.  (Did you come to the Halloween Escape room, this year?  Weird, wasn’t it!)

What are you hoping to get from Santa, this Christmas?

“A Lion!” laughs Isobel.

A toy one?

“No, a real one, of course!” she laughs.

Really, what about you?  No, I’m not sure either… I’m not sure I really understand about asking for gifts, any more.

Shall we go and join the queue… or does anyone need the toilet first?

The queue’s growing… but who knows how long we’ll have to wait, once we’re inside?

Isobel says, “I don’t mind going now, if you want.”

What do you want to do?

[*] Again… still?