“Told ya’ this was a good idea.” Abigail says, sighing dreamily as another breeze of icy cold wind ruffles her bangs, snow catching on the spilt ends she has yet to cut off.

She drags an old wagon behind her, filled to the tippy top with supplies the two of you will need when the blizzard hits. Food, blankets, lanterns—you name it, she bought it.

This would finally allow you two some time together, as you really don’t get to interact with each other in town. Because, well, y’know, the people.

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Kicking the door shut behind you, you hurry back over to where Abigail is waiting for you in the living room. Slowly unpacking what you two have managed to gather before it disappears from the shelves.

“Oh, we did good, hun.”