[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Dining Pavilion 
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Arthur stuck his tongue out at Andy when she said she couldn't control the weather. Of course, given the choice of shooting lightning from his fingertips and being able to make the weather more pleasant, he'd probably select the former, especially given that they had to fight to survive. Arthur, as established, wasn't in love with the snow, but he was always down to hang out with Andy, and if she wanted to make a snowman, a snowman would be made. "[color=4286f4]Yeah, for sure, let's do it![/color]" He said with a smile. 

As Demi returned, Arthur smiled as his hair was ruffled. Demi was, in a lot of ways, like an older brother he never had. He liked his friendliness in a way he might not have with a lot of other people; it was comforting and refreshing. In the times since his first mission, he really felt like he had carved out a found family for himself here. Arthur tacked on, "[color=4286f4]Demi, do you wanna make snowmen with us?[/color]" Looking up at him, not wanting to leave him out.