It is still Winter.
The day had been cool with an almost cloudless, azure, sky; this had remained right up to dusk which hinted at a cold night of frosts. While the workers at the theme park scurried home, deep in their coats and scarves, a stunted man with effusive curls and broad shoulders had arrived and opened up Edna's House.
He didn't stray far from the kitchen this time. Coat on peg, he pottered and cleaned while the day transitioned into night.
Then he put out a little lantern on the porch and placed a few bottles of lemonade and ginger bear on the sideboard.
Anatole returned to the porch, leaning against the old wood while he waited...
Cassandra Reeding had spoken briefly to him at the Coronation but they had not had chance to continue (or develop, even) their conversation due to her dance and her recital. So he had left the Fairest a message - a time and a place. He was curious to what the Polychromatic had to say.
Shenanigans