"Happy first day of spring!" Marinette said as she surprised her girlfriend.
"No." Lila bluntly replied. "Well, it's not like I don't mind, but the climat-"
"Climat." Marinette gently corrected, a bit amused by the mistake in pronunciation-as the Italian and the French words for climate were actually pronounced the same way, if written differently.
"The climat is too cold. And wet. Should have time to go back to Italy a few days soon, maybe you can come and experience the real spring."
"Uh… I can't-Well, I-" That was a problem. As much as she'd like to go to Rome, Marinette couldn't exactly leave Paris while Papillon (or the Terror Bowtie, as Lila had taken to call him. Marinette had almost choked herself from laughter the first time she heard it) was still a threat, nor she could tell Lila why-not until she was sure her girlfriend was over that grudge.
"Calm down. It's that thing again, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Good thing Lila respected secrets-and had quickly understood her parents weren't obsessively overprotective and controlling as Adrien's father.
"I suppose you'll tell me when you're ready. Besides… I suppose you can make even the Parisian spring hot enough."
"LILA!"
"I take our lovebirds are having fun." Alya commented as she heard Marinette's embarrassed shout in the distance.