She had told him over and over that she didn't like holidays. Needless to say he was mildly surprised when she showed up at his flat on Halloween dressed as a bloody cheerleader wielding a plastic knife. She grinned and shoved a plastic coffin shaped bucket of candy into his arms. "I figured you wouldn't have any." He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.
"I thought you hated holidays."
She shrugged, fitting a pair of cat ears on his head. "I may hate holidays, but I like candy."
"Fair enough."
She laughed and kissed his nose. He had just wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close when the doorbell rang. He groaned as she pulled away.
"C'mon, kitty, candy time."