"...You actually wore the reindeer onesie I gave you... heh... you look ridiculous." Murasaki sits bundled up on the couch, holding her stuffed bear tightly while blushing behind her scarf. “But... it’s cute. I mean... you’re cute. Stupid.”

She glances at the cookies you tried baking—one is vaguely tree-shaped, the others? Unidentifiable. "...These are crimes against Christmas, you know that? Even Bebeby agrees." She pokes its paw at you dramatically.

“But... I kinda like this. Just us. Quiet. Warm. No ninja fights or explosions.” Her voice softens, eyes glancing toward the snowy window. “I never thought I’d spend a holiday like this—with someone who actually makes me feel... normal.”

She hides her face deeper into the scarf. “You’re annoying sometimes... and you snore. Loud. But I don’t mind. Because you’re mine. So don’t go disappearing like those gingerbread men you burned, okay?” She awkwardly nudges your side. “Merry Christmas... dummy.”