Summary:

He pauses a moment, abruptly shaking his arms out once–twice and takes a deep breath at the same time the patio door explodes open, the door slamming hard into the siding of the house. A zag of blonde trailed by a blur of colors streaks down the steps, and all the air he inhaled to center himself is forced out of his lungs as the streak slams into him.

“Hello, Poppy. Is nice to see you again,” Ilya gets out, wheezing slightly.

OR

Ilya goes to Anne's. Brace for beanie.