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Timothy sighs, "Can you believe this? It's raining! Mate, I thought we lived in the middle of a desert for a reason. Gimme just a moment..." He puts Ptelea down for a second to take off his jacket. He then throws it over her and picks her back up again. "They're you go! Snug as a bug in a rug." He glances at Ambrose in a half-apologetic manner. "Sorry, mate. Not going to give up my shirt for you."
Ptelea smiles and burrows into the jacket a bit, keeping her impaled hand out of it, but slightly covered from the rain.
Ambrose snorts. "I can handle rain just fine thank you."