The walk to the General store was a cold and windy one writhe just a hint of the tingle of frost. Stepping into the warmth from outside felt delicious, even though the little shop was drafty and dark. Nook had a fire going in a potbelly stove, and he looked up from stoking it when he heard the door chimes ring.<br/><br/>"Isabelle,  come in, come in. I've got some hot cider if you like." Nook poured the steaming cinnamon drink into a mug. "Ah! And who is this?"<br/><br/>"This," Isabelle wagged  her tail fervently, "is Nate. Our new mayor! "<br/><br/>"What!?" Nooks eyes grew wide as he turned to the brown haired man. Is that so? I hadn't heard... do you have a place to stay, Nate?"