[Charlie peeks out at him, studying his skin carefully. Okay. No sparkling means no sun. She's good. The sun was there a bit ago. It was mildly horrific. Charlie makes her way out, smiling just a bit. There's a show of sharper-than-usual teeth. This probably does nothing to help her show how happy this makes her.]
Thank you. This might actually make me believe in Santa. So...[And she looks him over.] What are you?
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Thank you. This might actually make me believe in Santa. So...[And she looks him over.] What are you?