#eothasian idiots

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Okay, some Ederity snuck in the end of the Tavi Injury Prompts (bc what's a Tavi fic without her bestie and his wife?) and they were being so cute I was overwhelmed with the urge to make them in that couples meiker. ^^

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How about "dust motes" for a Pillars character?

domestic Ederity (+baby!) GO ---

She needed to dust.

It was an idle thought; trapped as she was by a sleeping toddler Charity couldn't do anything about it at the moment. She wished she'd remembered to grab her book or her knitting or something before sitting down.

Instead she was looking at being bored for--hopefully--a very long time. Because today was the first all week Peytra was actually taking a nap. Charity could deal with being bored for a bit if her daughter got much-needed rest.

She could watch the dust motes. There were plenty of them, dancing in beams of autumn sunlight. Chasing a toddler--and a dog and a cat--left less time than previously for cleaning. Not that she minded. She much rather have Peytra than a clean house.

Sparrow rolled on the floor, paws batting at the swirling motes as they invaded her sunbeam. Charity fought the urge to laugh. Peytra made a disgruntled noise in her sleep and snuggled closer, one pudgy fist latched on to Charity's shirt.

Charity rubbed her thumb in whisper-soft arcs over Peytra's back and hummed a lullaby. One her father used to get her and Saela asleep, once upon a time. With her daughter soothed, she relaxed back in the chair to watch the dust motes and wait.

She didn't even realize she'd fallen asleep--or how tired she was--until she woke to Edér brushing a kiss against her forehead.

"Sorry," he whispered with a sheepish wince. "Couldn't help m'self, seein' my two favorite girls all cozy." He tucked back loose wisps of her hair.

"You're forgiven," Charity murmured, smiling in reply. She craned her neck, looking for some sign as to the passage of time. Sparrow was gone, the sunbeam slanted more thinly. "It's not that late, is it?"

He shook his head. "Came home for lunch. Good call on my part."

Still meant a three hour-ish nap. She internally cheered, even as her stomach rumbled. Before either could voice the obvious question of Peytra, the girl stirred.

She snuggled deeper against the side of Charity's neck a moment, yawned, and sat up. "Mama seep?"

"We both fell asleep, yes," Charity smiled, straightening Peytra's wrinkled dress and smoothing back sweat-curled blonde hair.

"Mama food." Peytra yawned mid-demand and Charity nearly melted at how adorable.

"How 'bout Papa helps with food, since he's better at it?" she offered, turning the toddler to face Edér.

Both sets of eyes lit up, Peytra stretching hands toward him. "Papa food?"

"Sure thing, dumplin'," Edér chuckled, lifting her off Charity's lap. "Lessee what we can find, huh? Papa has a long time for lunch today..."

Charity's smile widened watching them head for the kitchen, distracted by a fresh swirl of dust motes dancing in their wake. She really did need to clean.

Peytra squealed, Edér laughed.

After lunch.

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @starsandskies for WIP Wednesday, and HEY I’m actually doing it on the correct day! :D Have some of the Ederity fic, which (unfortunately?) involves at least one of them getting sick. (Do they have the flu in Eora? Cuz I’m mean and that’s essentially what this is) 

[Charity] ran her fingers through his hair to brush the sweat-damp strands back fro his forehead, then leaned in to press a light kiss against his skin.

Edér stiffened and made a halfhearted attempt to pull back. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, Char, but you’re really gonna catch this if you do that.”

She chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair a couple more times. “I’m checkin’ your temperature, darlin’.”

“Never had a healer do it like that b’fore,” he mumbled, eyes drifting closed as he settled back in the pillows.

“Never married one b’fore, either,” Charity countered as she tucked the quilt up around his shoulders.

Edér cracked one eye open and shot her a wan smile. “True. I just don’t want you gettin’ whatever this...”

“Sweet of you.” Charity smiled and rested her hand against his cheek. “But it’s part of the job, both as a healer and your wife. I know you’d do the same for me.”

“Damn straight...” it was barely audible but still made her smile widen.

“Get some sleep.” She kissed his forehead again. “That’s the best thing for ya right now.”

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in the kitchen for the kiss prompt list for ederity?

Something smelled divine the second Charity stepped into the house, and she let her eyes flutter closed a moment as she inhaled the aroma before tugging off her boots. She’d padded halfway across the living room before it registered there were two delicious smells wafting from the kitchen; that heavenly boar dish they hadn’t had in ages, and-

“Are you makin’ bread?” she asked as she leaned against the kitchen doorway, even though the answer was readily apparent.

Edér looked her direction and grinned, his hands going still pressed into a lump of dough. “Yeah.” He chuckled. “Why the surprised face, Char? You know I like doin’ this sort of thing.”

“I do, but isn’t bread more...” she paused, looking for the right word. Involved? Complicated? “...time consumin’?”

“It can be,” he nodded as he resumed kneading. “But with makin’ the boar, I had the time.”

Charity stepped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter to watch him work. “So, did I forget an anniversary, or did you do somethin’ real bad and decide to bribe me with food so you wouldn’t get in trouble?” she teased.

Edér chuckled. “First off, you say that like it wouldn’t work. Second, maybe I just felt like makin’ a nice dinner for my wife.”

“And you just happened to pick the most time-consumin’--if delicious--option-” She narrowed her eyes. “Edér Teylecg, are you usin’ me as an excuse to avoid your mayoral responsibilities?”

He flashed a sheepish smile. “Maybe.” He gestured with one flour-covered hand. “A little. Just for today.”

Charity sighed fondly and shook her head with a smile. “Edér...”

“I’ll be good and responsible t’morrow, darlin’. Cross m’ heart.” He did the gesture as he spoke the words, leaving a flour-dust X that stood out all the more thanks to his dark green shirt.

“Oh, well, if you’re crossin’ your heart, I can let it slide,” she chuckled. She ran a look over him; flour up to the elbows, white smudges marking other places on his shirt, and streaks on his cheeks and forehead. “For now, I’ll just enjoy the sight of my husband covered in flour and cookin’ me dinner.”

“‘M not covered,” Edér protested, shaping the dough into a loaf before he turned to face her.

Charity rolled her eyes and reached up to dust flour out of his beard. “Covered,” she said emphatically.

He chuckled and ran one finger from her forehead down to the tip of her nose, leaving a white trail in its wake. “Wouldn’t want you t’ feel left out.”

She rolled her eyes again and sidled closer. “So kind of you. You’re real lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

Edér grinned cheekily. “Oh, I’m lucky for plenty of reasons beyond that...”

Charity grinned back and snagged the front of his shirt to pull him toward her.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They leaned into the kiss at the same moment, Charity’s hand still tangled in his shirt and Edér’s cupping the back of her head, leaving flour streaked on her neck and in her hair.

She smeared her hand through the flour strewn across the counter and brought it up to smack between his shoulder blades, leaving a somewhat smudgy handprint.

Edér chuckled into the kiss. “You really wanna start that war, darlin’?” he mumbled, not fully pulling away.

“Nah.” Charity braced her hand against the edge of the counter as she leaned into the kiss again. “It’d be a pain and a half to clean up. Just wanted us even.”

“Smart woman.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist, pressing his hand to small of her back as he pulled her close. “Now we’re even. An’ dinner’s gonna burn if you distract me much longer.”

“Wouldn’t want that.” She eased back, letting her hand slip under his shirt to trail fingers across skin as she did. “It’d be a crime to waste your cookin. Fun as it is to be a distraction.”

Edér bit his lip, shook his head, and kissed her temple before turning to check on the food. “We can revisit you bein’ distractin’ after we eat.”

Charity laughed. He was probably right; there would be water involved with clean up, after all. “Deal.”

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🍩🏆🚓🏝 for Ederity?

🍩 | their favourite snack to eat together

Fresh baked cookies. Doesn’t matter the type, but bonus points if Charity’s the one who made them, bc then they’re Victory Cookies and proof she’s not actually hopeless at cooking/baking

🏆 | their reaction to the other beating them at something

Depends on what it is. For sparring, Charity’s reaction to Edér beating her was utter determination to keep trying until she beat him at least once. And then when she did, Edér was a very gracious loser and just wanted a kiss. xD

But most things, when it’s the other one “beating” them, they don’t much care. Might do the “Kiss me to salve my wounded pride” drama bit, but they’re teasing

🚓 | which one is most likely to get arrested

Ironically, probably Mr. Mayor Edér. Charity is a Law-Abiding Citizen who hides her potentially arrest-worthy activity(when it even occurs) much better. 

🏝  | their ideal getaway

Not the Deadfire, after Edér spends roughly a year traipsing all over the place with Tavi and sees how dangerous and unrelaxing it tends to be xD Honestly, they’re both such homebodies(the way things shake out in Tavi’s canon, at least), I could see a “getaway” being a week or two off from all responsibilities and just... not leaving Charity’s their house. IF they wanted a change of scenery, I think they’d be more likely to go to The Pearl Coast. maybe?

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Hmmmm how about a kiss 23 for Ederity? :-D

23. Exhausted Parents Kiss

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At first glance, one could almost be forgiven for thinking Charity was dead. Her sprawled, cock-eyed position on the couch certainly wouldn’t strike as being by choice. Or terribly comfortable.

Edér smiled and was extra careful to close the front door quietly. He pulled off his boots and padded across the room to playfully squeeze her foot as it rested on the arm of the couch. “Tired, Char?”

Her head turned in the direction of his voice, but she didn’t even open her eyes.  “’M not asleep.”

“No?” He chuckled and ran one finger, feather-light, down from her forehead to tap the tip of her nose. “Coulda fooled me.”

She wrinkled her nose and cracked one eye open. “Maybe sorta dozin’ a little, but awake enough to hear if she started cryin’…”

As if on cue, the first faint squawks of a rousing infant drifted out from the bedroom.Charity sighed as if bracing herself and blinked sleep out of her eyes as she moved to push off the couch. Edér stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll get her, darlin’,” he said.

“You sure?” Charity’s brow furrowed as she studied him. “From the look of things, your day wasn’t any easier’n mine.”

“I’m sure.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “However the rest of my day went, I can still take baby shift for an hour or two if you need the rest.” He winked. “After, all, she’s half my fault.”

Charity snorted a tired giggle and grabbed his shirt front to tug him in for a kiss.  “Thank you.”

He leaned into it, bracing one hand against the couch back until she let go, just as the squawks from the other room turned into cries. “You’re welcome, Char.”

She was already halfway asleep again.

Edér kissed her forehead one more time before heading toward the bedroom. Today had been a long day, she was right about that, but it was only fair he take a turn. And it wasn’t as if he minded.

The fussing from the crib increased as the door opened, and then tapered off when he leaned over to smile down at the small dark eyes watching him intently.

“Hey, darlin’,” he murmured, reaching in to scoop her up. “How’s my sweet girl?”

Her hand curled around his finger as her fussing turned to contented raspberries, and he found the lingering exhaustion didn’t matter so much anymore.

Kiss Prompts

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OTP Questions

Tagged by @starsandskies​, this time answering with the Eothasian Idiots, and I”ll tag @haledamage​(I know you did it recently with Ves/Jorgan, here’s an excuse to do another pairing ;D) and @allisondraste​ 

1. How did they first meet?

Charity was one of the people who accepted the “free land for new settlers” offer after Edér became mayor of Dyrford. He helped her dig out a tree stump. She was so new to town she didn’t even realize who he was until someone walking by greeted him with “Afternoon, Mayor.” and she just about died on the spot.

2. What did they think of each other at first?

They hit it off pretty much immediately. Both of them were impressed by the fact the other didn’t shy away from hard work. Edér enjoyed Charity’s sense of humor and thought her plans for the land she’d claimed were solid, showed she knew what she was doing.  Charity really liked that Edér was nice enough to help dig out a stump(in the middle of summer, no less) for someone he didn’t even know, he’s not hard of the eyes, and seems a really down to earth, practical person. (She also enjoys his sense of humor, which, in hindsight, Edér jokes should have been his first sign she was a keeper. :P) Also, the shared faith is nice, since you don’t find a lot of Eothasians in the Dyrwood.

3. Were they immediately interested / attracted, or did that come later?

Charity was pretty much immediately interested, yes.  I mean, hot blond dude spends pretty much a whole(hot-ass) day helping her dig out a stump. Can you blame her? xD It takes a while longer for Edér to catch feelings; somewhere around 6 months of fake dating. It hits him completely out of the blue and it’s hysterical. They keep up the fake dating thing for a few more months(MUTUAL PINING, which was way more fun to write than I thought it’d be), before Charity finally caves and admits the dating might be fake but her feelings are very, very real.

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The Weather Outside is Frightful

Some self-indulgent as all hell,‘because I can’ Ederity fluff, initially prompted by this, but it, uh, GREW. I regret nothing. Oh, and I sort of borrowed @risualto‘s OCs for a mention. Merry Christmas? :D

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There were few things that could change your plans for the day quite like waking up to discover three foot deep snow drifts outside your window.

“Well,” Edér chuckled as he wiped a clear spot where his breath had fogged the glass, “guess I’m not makin’ it into town today...”

Charity tucked herself under his arm and whistled at the sheer white of the scene outside the window. “An’ I thought Peycg was jokin’ about her achy hip meanin’ this’d be a bad one.” She wrapped an arm around his waist. “Pretty sure Dyrford can get along without its mayor for one day.”

“Y’think?” he asked, pressing an amused kiss to the top of her head.

“Yeah. An’ all your paperwork will keep,” she said matter-of-factly. “You know a great way to spend snowy days?” Her fingers slipped under his shirt to trace light circles against his skin.

Edér’s breath caught even as he grinned. “Shovelin’ ?”

Charity rolled her eyes. “I mean, if you’d rather do that than cuddle your wife, sure.”

“Ah, well, if that’s an option on the table,”he kissed her temple, “it sounds much more fun.”

Even as she opened her mouth to reply with something flirty, a realization struck Charity and she instead buried her face in his chest with a groan. “Actually... that’ll hafta wait. I promised Bethyn I’d come check on Gjeorun today; his fever’s been stubborn-”

“Char, that snow’ll be hip deep on you,” Edér protested. “Higher where it’s drifts.”

“And? I’m not breakin’ a promise to check on a sick kid, Edér. Not for somethin’ that’s at most an inconvenience.”

“I’ll go,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose before he stepped away to start getting dressed. “Pretty sure I can at least tell a fever as well as you can.”

She thought about protesting, but it really would be an easier trek for him, and they weren’t yet to the point where treatment options would be complicated, and he had that look in his eye saying he was ready to be stubborn about this. “Ain’t gonna argue myself out of gettin’ to stay in the nice, warm house,” she said with a playful shrug.

Edér paused in pulling on his boots. “On second thought...” he teased.

“No, no, you volunteered already,” Charity laughed. She crossed her arms and pulled out her best look of mock-censure. “How will the  people of Dyrford trust you if you don’t keep your promises, Mayor Teylecg?”

“That’s fightin’ dirty, darlin’,” he complained, throwing a balled up sock at her.

She caught it and threw it back. “I think you’re gonna need that, don’t you?”

Edér shook his head before pulling on the sock and the boot that went with  it.  “Fightin’ real dirty, Char.”

“I learned from the best,” Charity said sweetly. She plunked down on the bed next to him. “In all seriousness, though, I do appreciate this.” She kissed his cheek. “An’ I know Bethyn will, too. Oh!” She pushed back to her feet. “If you’re goin’ I need to give this to you...” The small bottle was still sitting on the table from when she prepared it the day before. “It’s for if the fever’s not down,” she explained, pressing it into Edér’s hand. “Slightly stronger combination of herbs than what Bethyn’s been usin’ so far. Hopefully his fever broke on its on, but if she needs it...”

“Better I don’t need to make two trips,” Edér finished for her. He slipped the bottle in the pocket of his coat and kissed her on the nose again. “Stay warm.”

“I think that’s more of a concern for you,” Charity said wryly as she retrieved his hat and scarf from the mudroom. She made sure to tug the hat all the way down over his ears. “Given that you’re gonna be wadin’ through snow an’ all.”

His eyes twinkled as he wrapped the scarf around his neck. “I’ll just think of you, it’ll keep me plenty warm.”

She rolled her eyes and whacked his arm. “You better get goin’, who knows how long it’ll take you to get there in this.” The Spackholms didn’t live that far, but wading through three feet of snow was going to slow him down. 

“Alright, I’m goin’,” Edér chuckled, stealing one last kiss before he set off.

Charity shivered in the brief whirl of cold air when he opened the door, but still stood by the window to watch until he’d disappeared from view. She really should start at the very least clearing out a path to the chapel. But even that small taste of the weather inclined her toward finding more indoor methods of filling her time. She shuffled back toward the bedroom, smiled at the sight of Sunshine and Sparrow curled up atop the blankets she and Edér had pushed aside when they rose.

“You two look comfortable,” she chuckled. Sparrow yawned and Sunshine’s tail wagged against the covers. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you move. Or share. I love ya, but the one I really wanna snuggle just walked out the front door so I didn’t hafta.” She plunked on the edge of the bed and scratched Sunshine’s ears. “I should do somethin’ as a thank you, shouldn’t I?”

Sunshine let out a happy dog groan and leaned into her hand.

Charity laughed and scratched harder. “Is that a yes? Well, then, what should I do?”

He just wagged his tail again, letting his head sink to the covers, and Sparrow was so deep asleep her whiskers were twitching as she dreamed. Charity nibbled her lower lip in thought. It only took a moment to hit her. What would be a better reward for trudging through thigh-deep snow than to find hot cider and fresh-baked cookies when he got back? The weed in the flowerbed, of course,  was her utter inability to cook. But surely there was some cookie recipe in their possession easy enough even she couldn’t mess it up. She knew they had ingredients aplenty; Edér made sure they were well-stocked by midway through Early Autumn.

“Baking’s different than cookin’, right?” she asked the snoozing animals. There was no reaction from either; Sunshine had drifted back off with the head scratches.

Charity smiled and pushed off the bed, tying her hair up in a messy bun as she headed toward the kitchen. It couldn’t hurt to try. After all, what was life without a little risk? Edér would probably tease turning her loose in the kitchen was more than a little risk, but he wasn’t here to stop her. She started humming to herself and pulled the recipe box from the shelf, thumbing through in search of the desserts. Really, how hard could it be?

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An hour later, she was ready to eat those words, partially because she wasn’t sure if she or anyone else could eat the lump of dough sitting in front of her. It was supposed to turn into cinnamon-dusted cookies, but it didn’t taste quite right to her. 

Charity’s face screwed up in a frown and she tugged a lock of hair that had fallen loose during her travails. She wasn’t sure it was worth taking the time to bake these if it was only going to confirm her suspicions that she was no good at baking, either. On the other hand, if she wanted to have some done before Edér got back, she’d really need to get them in soon. Even as she stood there, torn, there was the dull thump of someone knocking snow off boots outside, which made Sunshine bark, and the door swung open.

“Started snowin’ again,” Edér called as he stepped inside and hastily shut the door behind him.

Charity leaned back around the doorframe and grinned. “I can see that. There’s snowflakes in your beard,” she informed him, “even if they weren’t all over your coat and such.” 

“Yeah, looks like it’s gonna be pretty decent, on top of what we already got.” He cocked his head as he stripped off his gloves. “Char, what’re you doin?”

She tried to look innocent, but was too close to laughing from his suspicious tone. “Baking. Or tryin’ to, I think I did it wrong...” On impulse, she scooped a fingerful of the questionable dough and crossed the living room. “Doesn’t taste quite right to me.”

Edér looked between her and the sample of cookie dough, clearly picking up the unspoken request. He smirked and leaned down to kiss her instead, fingertips briefly cold against the back of her neck, lips freezing against hers. “Perfect,” he chuckled, cleaning a smudge of something(probably flour) off her cheek with the side of his thumb. “An’ now if I die” --a nod toward the dough-- “least I got t’ kiss my wife one last time.”

“Too many of those jokes and maybe you will,” Charity grumped, but there was no real weight behind the threat.

Edér just grinned and took the dough. “You’re just a little shy on sugar, Char,” he informed her after tasting it. “These are th’ cinnamon dusted ones Gjyra makes?” When she nodded, he shrugged. “Just add some sugar in with the cinnamon when you’re dustin’ ‘em and it’ll be fine.”

She brightened. “Y’ mean I actually made somethin’ edible?”

He laughed as he tugged off his hat and unwound his scarf. “Only time--an’ the oven--will tell.”

“True,” she conceded with a wry laugh. “While I get the first batch in the oven, there’s cider warmin’ by the fire, an’ then I’ll join ya so we can get in some of that cuddlin’ we mentioned earlier while the cookies bake.”

“Sounds like a plan, darlin’,” Edér grinned, dropping his hat to slip his hands under the back of her shirt. “I need a lot of warmin’ up.”

Charity yelped at the shock of cold skin against hers and swatted his arm.  “Edér-!” But she couldn’t resist giggling all the same, as she tugged him closer by the uneven pale blue scarf draped around his neck. “You owe me for that,” she whispered, before pushing up on her toes to kiss him. His lips were still cold, and there was melting snow in his beard and all over his coat, but she didn’t care.

He was grinning when she finally stepped back. “Only fair when you put your cold feet on me every night,” he murmured playfully, “But that seems a pretty good start.”

“Yep. A start,” Charity emphasized, patting his cheek and not even dignifying the other part with a response before she disentangled herself and headed back toward the kitchen. “Get outta your wet stuff, get some cider, and I’ll join ya in just a couple minutes.”

“Yes, dear,” he said mischievously, and she rolled her eyes but kept walking. The faster she had the cookies in the over, the faster she could join him. And on a cold snowy day like this, few things sounded better than snuggling her human furnace of a husband. 

Bet he didn’t even get cold on the way to Bethyn’s, she thought as she started dropping cookie-sized lumps of dough on a baking sheet. Which brought another thought to mind. “How’s Gjeorun doing?” she called out as she worked.

Edér grunted, probably pulling off his boots, before he replied, “Fever broke last night just ‘fore he went t’ sleep. I left the medicine anyway; ‘case it comes back or one of the girls gets it.”

Charity winced. “Good idea, but hope not. They have a separate room, an’ Bethyn and Dannith have been good about keepin’ them away while Gjeorun’s been sick.”

“Yeah, but you know how Ilaine loves her brother...” Edér pointed out. There was the clink of ladle against mug, then the couch creaked.

“We’re gonna be optimists about this,” Charity retorted as she slid the cookies in the oven. “Or at least I am,” she said ruefully as she joined him. “Thank you for goin’.”

“You’re welcome,” Edér said easily, holding one arm out so she could join him.

Which Charity was all too happy to do. She snuggled in next to him. “Gods, Edér, how are you so blazin’ warm?!”

“Not all of me’s warm,” he countered mischievously, running chilly fingers down her arm and under the hem of her shirt(again).

Goosebumps prickled up her spine and she grabbed his hand to sandwich between her own. “I think this’ll work better.”

“Less fun, though,” he teased, brushing his lips against her temple.

She snorted. “For you, maybe. Don’t let me forget about the cookies. Wouldn’t wanna burn what might be my first success story where food’s concerned.”

“Cross m’ heart.” He went to kiss her temple again, but Charity tipped her chin up to catch it on the lips instead. Edér chuckled. “I was workin’ that direction, darlin’.”

“Not fast enough, you weren’t,” she mock-grumbled. 

He grinned. “I can fix that...” He tugged his hand free of hers and instead curved it along her jaw as he kissed her properly.

“Much better,” Charity murmured when they parted. She snuggled in closer against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

Edér chuckled and pressed a kiss to her hair as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and settled in as well. “Glad you approve.”

She just hummed happily. This was the way to spend cold winter days, she mused. It could snow as deep as it liked outside; she was perfectly happy right where she was.

Even when they forgot about the cookies.

(The second batch turned out just fine.)