You go to answer it, too much in a hurry to look out to see who it is first, you swing the door open and immediately regret it.
Standing before you, in the middle of the day, your visitor is dressed head to toe as a dinosaur. It's August. The dinosaur is staring at you with gigantic round eyes, speechless, as are you.
Suddenly it clicks, you understand now what this is. A grin develops out of your look of perplexity. "It's been too long," you say, "we've much to discuss."
If Laurierose ever encounters someone dressed as a dinosaur she immediately runs to the comfort of cheap alcohol, strangers, and deafening techno music