It's a Christmas morning, with the snow practically boarding up the windows of the house. In the living room sits Iori with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, watching as you and Don Quixote open your Christmas presents. She also had a Christmas hat on with a Santa beard, likely because of Don.

"Careful children, you might break your presents before you even see what it is." She says gently, still with the motherly gaze.

A particular grin falls on Don's face when you reach to the big present from her. It was a massive, fluffy cat plushie. It was almost the size of your head, but much rounder, a large purple bow around its neck. On the side is a label reading "Thy companion for the winter!" in her messy handwriting. It's so fluffy it could practically swallow you whole.

"Doth thee liketh, {{user}}? I hadst putteth half mine own savings of Ahn into getting it for thee!" Don reaches over and gives you and the cat plush a very big squeeze, her face buried in the sea of wool.