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Chapter Three

Theresa ambled out into the hallway, realising that the whole team had already awakened and were currently eating breakfast at that moment, even Neil. She yawned, feeling still feeling sleepy.

"Hey, Theresa, that pot over there is for you," Archie called out from the table, pointing a finger in the direction of the kitchen table.

Theresa raised a sleepy eyebrow and walked over to the table curiously. She pulled off the cling wrap that covered the top and peered inside curiously. "Soup?" she remarked, almost in disbelief. "And it's for me?"

"Yup," Archie said, his mouth full of cereal. "It was delivered early in the morning. Supposed to be for you only."

"Me only..." Theresa murmured, sniffing the contents a little suspiciously. It wasn't everyday that she got a pot of soup, and specially for her, too... In fact, she never had something as weird as that happen before.

What greeted her nose, however, was a delicious aroma that was nearly indescribeable. She looked at the soup, watching the little floating bits of chicken hover on the surface of the thick soup, and decided she would have it for breakfast anyway.

As she settled down into her seat, she grinned to see Herry sniff the air, his eyes widening as he looked over to where the delightful smell was emnating from.

"Theresa, could I have some?" he asked, spoon already in his hand.

Theresa grimaced a little. On normal occasions, she wouldn't have minded to comply, but then this was her breakfast, and if Herry actually got his hands on that pot, she wouldn't be surprised if even the pot would be swallowed as well. "Sorry, Herry, it's my breakfast," Theresa apologised.

Herry pouted. "Alright," he said, already making his way to the refrigerator for his third round.

"Who wants to go skiing later?" Atlanta said, pushing her chair back as she stood up excitedly. She picked up her cereal bowl and made her way to the kitchen sink to wash it.

"I'm in!" Archie replied immediately, one hand in his pocket nervously fingering the box that lay inside. Maybe, he thought, the skiing time would be a good time to ask her.

"Me!" Theresa declared at the same time, smiling as she sipped her soup and sighed at the pure yummy taste of it all. She even had Odie looking hungry, though she didn't notice his near-drool reaction.

"I guess I don't mind tagging along," Jay said, leaning back in his chair after finishing up his toast.

"How about you, Herry? Odie? Neil?" Atlanta said, eager to loop more friends into skiing.

"Nah, I think I'll pass," Odie answered, patting his laptop affectionately, which was currently on the table and beside his plate of sausages.

"Mmmph, no thanks, Atlanta," Herry mumbled through mouthfuls of food, eyes not leaving his plate.

Atlanta rolled her eyes and directed her gaze to Neil as she put down her now sparkling clean cereal bowl, already knowing what the answer would be.

"No way I'm going, I might ruin my complexion," Neil replied, gazing into his mirror almost lovingly. He barely looked up at Atlanta.

"And how would skiing affect your complexion, I wonder?" Atlanta thought aloud sarcastically, putting her hands to her hips.

"The sun," Neil answered. For about the only time in his life, he tore his eyes away from his mirror and gave her a lazy smile. "I already have the perfect tan. If I over-tan, I'll -"

"Look like a chocolate chip cookie," Archie cut in, snickering as he stood to join Atlanta with his plate. "Don't worry, Neil, we understand your dilemma. It's a really hard choice, we know."

"Glad you do," Neil said, oblivious to the fact that Archie was mocking him, and he went back to his mirror-gazing.

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"Yes! Finally! We're going skiing!" Atlanta yelled, opening the door and enjoying the cool breeze that swept in. She breathed in the fresh mountain air and tugged at her scarf. She was wearing her favourite white shirt, black ski pants and a thick, light blue sweater.

Archie pulled the collar of his thick blue jacket higher up his neck and shivered slightly. He was dressed in a pair of warm, khaki jeans, a long-sleeved, woolly shirt and the dark blue jacket. "Let's go," he said with a smile, patting his pocket once again to check if the ring was still there.

The two of them stepped out of the cabin, positively relishing in the beauty of the snow-capped mountains. Jay and Theresa followed just as excitedly.

"Wow!" Theresa could only say as she gazed out at the snow drifting down from above. It was peaceful and scenic, just as she thought it would look like in the morning. She didn't feel cold for her cashmere turtleneck, long, light brown, leather coat and her ski pants kept her snug and warm.

Jay glanced over at her, smiling. He, too, felt completely comfortable with the weather - after all, a pair of puffy jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a black parka protected him from the cold. "Let's go rent skis now and - wait, did you guys take your PMRs along?"

Archie rolled his eyes and jabbed his finger at his backpack, while Atlanta nodded and pointed to her own backpack.

"I brought mine too," Theresa declared, pulling it out of her pocket. "Jay, stop worrying, Cronus isn't going to show up or something."

Jay frowned and opened his mouth to argue, then shut it. "Alright. Come on, let's go and ski."

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Neil emerged from his bathroom after a long hour's worth of examining his face in the huge mirror and blinked at the nearly empty kitchen.

"Where's everyone?" he asked incredulously, eyes darting around.

"They left," Herry stated simply.

"What? When?" Neil said, crossing his arms crossly. "They didn't even say goodbye!"

"They left about half an hour ago, Neil," Odie replied, looking up from his laptop. "And they did say goodbye, only you were too wrapped up in yourself to bother."

Neil pouted a little, then thought for awhile. Suddenly, a wide smile spread across his face.

"How about we go take a look at the hotel lounge?"

Odie raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Neil shrugged, then continued brightly, "We can check out the hotel facilities and what they offer and everything! Hey, maybe they have some swimming pool around!"

"A swimming pool?" Odie snorted at the idea. "Why would you want to go swimming when this is a ski resort?"

"Then are you planning to stay all day in this cabin and play computer games?" Neil retorted, peeking at what Odie had been doing just a minute ago. "You could do that back at home, you know."

Herry nodded seriously. "We should go. I need to restock the refrigerator."

Odie grimaced, noticing the fridge was completely cleaned out, and just in one morning, too. "Oh well, since you guys are going and I've nothing better to do, I'll come."

He shut his laptop and carried it to his room. They all changed out of their casual wear into something warmer. Together, they left for the hotel lounge.

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Alright, so this chapter was near-boring and it didn't answer any questions, but it was completely necessary as a transition. At least the next chapter won't be so drab and dreary as this one. I hope.