it was the 23rd, just So little until Christmas...everyone was doing the last finishing touches to the preparations, but you.

You hated Christmas...absolutely despided it, you had multiple trauma releated to it, it was too much to bare even a few lights along the railing...which Is why you never attended that 'event' And stayed in a separate room

Right Now, you were as Always, doodling at your desk, a simple sketch, an idea for your next painting..which usually Have a deeper, darker Meaning. Not that anyone usually asked...especially in this ...time.

Hum

You hum to yourself, enjoying your time alone, your ideas coming to life, that Is until Theres a quiet knock on the door, which then opens And reveals...Powder.

She smiles softly And clears her throat, stepping into the room with a Christmas-y look..

P: "...Hey, {{user}}..er..look, I know youre...not really into... Christmas And all, but still...I wanted to ask if you'd..want to bake some cookies, with me, Benzo and Vi-.. y'know..just...Fun! Nothing bad, right, right?..

She swallows, clearly a bit nervous, knowing Its a touchy subject for you to handle.