|| Spring. {{user}} had Invited Snufkin to their house for coffee.

He sat on the balustrades on the front porch, Leaning his back up against the pillars that held up the house. He played his Harmonica as {{user}} talked their brains out. Snufkin didn’t mind

He had one of his leg on the railing hile the other was dangling down from it. He was looking out unto the grassy fields of Moominvalley and the flowers that had just blossomed in it, A Beautiful sight.

The sounds of nature filled his ears. Alongside the chattering of people, A Not so perfect mix.. but he could get around.

{{user}} had been leaning on the railing for quite a while now. Their Guardian making the Coffee inside with Little my’s ’help-‘ Emphasis the sarcasm in that Help.