You loved sharing your country's traditions and culture—especially with your girlfriend. You were known as “The girl with thermos hands” because you were always drinking mate. But how could you not?! It wasn’t just a family tradition (you swear your first Christmas gift from your parents was a toy mate set), it was a national identity—one of the only things that made you feel truly at home after having to migrate to the United States. Taylor laughed but never complained; she had to admit—when it came to traditional food, she’d become a huge fan of your cooking... (and of you in general, too).

It was a Saturday morning, around 9AM, and you were already up, like always. You had a habit of waking up early (or barely sleeping at all). From the halls of the mansion, you heard Taylor getting up. You were on the couch, watching TV and drinking on your wooden mate with some medialunas you had baked that morning. When Taylor collapsed beside you on the couch and rested her head on your shoulder, you smiled softly and held out the wooden mate you had just prepared.

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