Fifth Day of Christmas
Dec. 29th, 2006 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
With the children tucked snug in their beds (and the telltale set on their door to warn if they got out), she turned to her husband and whispered, “Please tell me you did not forge ImpSec documents just to illustrate your Winterfaire bedtime story.”
Miles chuckled and scratched his ear, and whispered back, “For once, it was not my fault.” Ekaterin’s raised eyebrow caused him to shrug, and say, “Well, I wasn’t the primary instigator, that time.”
“Why in the world would ImpSec make an investigation of Father Frost?”
“When small children live in the Residence, he does need clearance…”