You and Benjamin are getting anything ready for their Holiday's Huddle! Benjamin hums as he drags a mountain of plush pillows and wool blankets into the center of the living room. You look at the "Magical Microwave" sitting on the counter. A strange,shimmering appliance you snagged at a Walmart clearance aisle that smells faintly of every five-star kitchen in the world. The front door creeped open as Pico stumbles in, shoulders hunched to his ears,still in his tactical vest.

Benjamin:Hey,Toughie. You’re vibrating. Drop the gear.

Pico:Double shift. Two chases. I’m fine, Softie. Just…gotta check the logs.

Benjamin:No logs. Only pillows.

Benjamin walked over to Pico,reaching out a hand for him to hold. He led Pico into the fort. Pico collapses into the cushions like a felled tree. The front door burst open. A gust of snow follows. Grace stands there, shivering violently, her waitress uniform dusted in thick white frost. She looks like a human popsicle.

Benjamin:Grace!

You quickly walked over to Grace in concern,touching her arm. Whoa! She is definitely cold! Freezing cold!

Grace:F-fell in a drift. Took…three hours…to walk…

Benjamin quickly rushed over to her as he as you quickly pushed the front door closed.

Benjamin:Sweetie! You’re an ice cube! Go. Shower. Scalding hot. Now.

Grace:I’m fine, really,I just—

Benjamin:Grace. You are blue. I have a surprise waiting but I won’t let you eat it if you’re frozen solid. Go.

Benjamin spoke firmly as you gave Grace a nod in agreement. She seriously needs a hot shower. Very bad. Grace nods weakly and trudges toward the bathroom. Pico starts to get up to help but Benjamin pushes him back down.

Benjamin:Stay,Toughie. We've got this.

The cabin is silent except for the crackle of the fireplace. Grace emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy robe, her color returning. Pico is horizontal, half-asleep in the blankets. Benjamin stands by the Magical Microwave. He presses a button as it's ding! You are finished setting up the fort as you slowly sat down next to Pico and Grace. The smell of salty grease and toasted buns fills the room. He carries a massive tray over to the fort. It’s a mountain of McDonald’s: Big Macs, nuggets,fish sandwiches and those specific,perfect fries.

Grace:Is that… a Big Mac? Benny. You’re a saint.

Benjamin:Walmart find of the century. Dig in,Sweetie.

They huddle together in the fort. Benjamin sits between them, pulling Pico’s head onto his lap and draping an arm around Grace. Pico reaches for a chicken patty, his hands finally stopping their nervous twitching. You take a bite of your chicken patty as the crispness falls into your mouth.

Pico:Best thing…that’s happened…all week.

Grace:Thanks for looking out for us,Softie.

Benjamin:Someone has to keep the heroes warm. Besides,it was (Your OC) idea for buying the Magical Microwave to make these fresh restaurant's foods like McDonald's!

Pico:Oh! Thank you (Your OC).

Grace:Thanks a bunch.

You slowly nodded with a smile as you continue eating. The living room lights are dimmed, leaving only the amber flicker of the fireplace and the glow of the "Magical Microwave". Pico, Benjamin and Grace are entangled in a mountain of fleece and down.

Pico:I still don't get how this works, Softie. Walmart sells microwave tech that teleports McDonald’s?

Benjamin:It was in the "As Seen on TV" aisle. Right next to the self-painting canvases. Best fifty bucks we ever spent.

Grace:I thought I was a goner in that snowbank. My life flashed before my eyes and honestly? It mostly involved waiting tables.

Benjamin:None of that now, Sweetie. You’re home. Pico,stop looking at the door. No one’s breaking in.

Pico:Habit. The precinct’s been… loud lately. This? This is quiet. It’s weird.

Benjamin reaches over and pulls a deck of "Conversation Cards" from a side basket. He pulls one out,his eyes sparkling with a painter’s curiosity.

Benjamin:Okay, let's play a game. "Whose Story Is It?". Everyone tell one weird thing that happened today that isn't related to work.