Happy New Year, Y'all's!

What better way to start off a new year with than some drabble? Yes, you know you want some.

I'm planning to make this a decently long series of drabbles and one shots and fluff. Got any ideas, I'll be more than happy to try and make them reality. But for now, sit down, strap in, and read. And be happy of course, distract yourself from the current Yangst arc, and smile. (*growls at Miles and Kerry*)

"Ren? Why are things things?"

The orange haired girl looked over to her friend with a curious expression, one that he returned with a bemused smirk. It wasn't the first time Ren had heard such… odd discourses from Nora, but then again, he found them to be quite… engaging.

When he could understand them, of course.

"Why are things…things?"

"Yeah, Ren, why does this have to be that? Or that have to be that?"

"Nora, I'm still not quite-"

"It's weird, right? How a Grimm has to be called a Grimm? Why did that happen, I meant why does everything have to be called what they are? Like I mean you could call a Grimm a potato and it wouldn't really change anything at all." Nora frowned, looking up at the sky, watching the snow swirl down in graceful loops and twirls. "Weird," she continued, "Everything has to be so boring and stuck in one way of thinking and it's just so… vanilla, you know, Ren? Like I'm stuck being Nora for the rest of my life, why can't I be Ren or Ruby or Monty or something? And you could be Nora and Blake and whatever you wanted to be and it wouldn't be weird or anything… But Ren? Why does it have to be so weird when people wanna be weird like that?"

All the while Ren was watching her prattle on, an eyebrow raised in intrigue. Yeah, why did things have to be so rigid? So… as Nora put it… "Vanilla…"

"Nora, I think it would be rather hard to-"

Nora continued on, oblivious to Ren's interjection, a faraway look in her eyes. "Words are weird, right Renny? Like we need them to tell what things are but without whatever they have to go and give meaning too they just don't mean anything… like pancakes, it would be just sound and gibberish without pancakes and everything… Not like pancakes would ever not exist, right Renny?" She giggled and jabbed him lightly in the side. "Well as long as you're around, I'm confident we won't ever run out of pancakes." She laughed heartily and poked him on the nose. "Boop."

Ren smiled at the touch and reached over to her, ruffling her hair. Outwardly he was grinning, but inwardly… wow. That was quite a darn good point.

The pair walked on a while longer in silence, the drifting snow fluttering away as they made their way forth.

"Nora," he began, "If words don't have to stay the same, why do real life things have to stay the same exact thing?"

She thought a moment, and piped up enthusiastically, twittering with laughter. "Because that would just be really hard to do, silly! How could I ever turn Magnhild into a plate of pancakes whenever I get hungry and the plate back into Magnhild when I'm done? But…" She trailed off momentarily, lost in thought. "But… Huh, maybe I wouldn't have to be stuck as a human, not like I don't like being one. Now that I think about it, it would actually be really cool if I could turn into a sloth and just cling to my pancake tree all day!" With that, she flung herself at Ren, wrapping her arms around him and knocking her highly unprepared partner into the snow. "Oops."

Picking himself up and brushing himself off, Ren chuckled as he struggled to his feet, his pseudo-slothy partner still clinging to him like her favorite fuzzy critter on a branch.

"Nora, I really don't think sloths attack pancake trees like that."

"Only when the pancakes are sooooooo wonderfully delicious," she sang.