((Author's Note: I started writing this fic around Christmastime and decided to put it up. I never finished it, but I'll get around to it sometime. I don't own the characters, yadda yadda yadda...))

Snow flurried down on the city of Bevelle. Cozy inside Yuna's new home, the group was relaxing. Yuna, hovering above the floor, was placing a glass ornament on the large Christmas tree. Wakka was busy inside the kitchen, making sugar cookies in the shape of reindeer. Rikku was curled up next to Auron, looking up at him admiringly, sipping her Wild Cherry Pepsi. Auron was either too drunk to notice, or care. Kimahri was clumsily trying to string cranberries on a piece of ribbon, but wasn't having much luck with his enormous Ronso hands. Lulu was sitting by herself near the window, sucking on a candy cane and reading some sort of novel. Tidus and Seymour were in comfy armchairs, watching the broadcasted Blitzball game on TV and taking momentary breaks to glare at each other in contempt.

"OW! AH! DIRTY SON OF A SHOOPUF!" came a loud, aggravated voice from the kitchen. Black smoke billowed out into the living room and the smoke alarm went off.

"Wakka? You okay in there?" Yuna called.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," came the reply. The alarm stopped. Wakka walked out of the kitchen carrying a silver tray with what looked like shriveled up black pieces of tree bark. He was covered head to toe in soot, an there were a few singe marks on his apron, which read "Gecc Dra Luug". "Cookie?" he asked abashedly.

Everyone was silent.

Kimahri broke the awkward pause with a loud, frustrated roar. "Kimahri's big strong Ronso hands meant for breaking men in two. Kimahri can't make Christmas decorations!"

"But we need those for the tree!" Yuna begged. "The dried cranberry garland looks so nice against the green branches."

"Why don't you ask your brothers to help you?" Seymour asked. He paused. "Oh, no wait, that's right. I killed them all." He guffawed loudly as Kimahri tensed up. Wakka walked over to Yuna, still holding the tray.

"Who invited Maester Seymour, ya? He doesn't seem to belong here."

"Lulu did," Yuna shrugged. "I don't know why. Ask her."

"But it's your house, Yuna! Didn't you stop her?"

"Maybe I would, if I had a backbone!" Yuna said cheerfully, hanging the next ornament- a figure of Ifrit made out of a pinecone and googily eyes. Wakka shrugged.

"You insult Kimahri, strong Ronso warrior? You pay for hurting Kimahri's feelings!" Kimahri walked over to Seymour, who was still sitting in the chair, and towered over him. "I challenge you to fight... I challenge you to SNOWBALL FIGHT!"

Seymour raised an eyebrow.

Tidus, who was asleep in his chair, suddenly woke up in a puddle of his own drool. "Did I hear snowball fight?" he squeaked.

"I wanna be on Sir Auron's team!" Rikku hollered happily, jumping up and bouncing on her feet.

"I told you, not to call me Sir," Auron murmured grumpily.

Yuna floated down to the floor. "I want to be on my Tidus-pooh's team!"

"Aw, I want to be on Tidus' team!" Wakka whined. "Come on, Tidus! You know we'd make great partners, brudda!" He winked at Tidus, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"No, Tidus is MY partner!" Yuna yelled, shoving Wakka weakly.

"Tidus is mine!" Wakka protested, flicking her forehead.

"Oh that's it!" Yuna shrieked, tackling Wakka to the floor.

"Oooh, catfight," Lulu murmured to herself, rolling her eyes.

As Yuna and Wakka were scuffling on the ground, Kimahri looked at Tidus. "Partners?" he asked simply.

"Please," Tidus answered.

Tidus and Kimahri walked outside, followed by Rikku, who was hanging off Auron's arm. Auron still had his mug and was sipping from it tipsily.

Wakka looked up from gnawing on Yuna's ankle. "Hey!" he cried.

Yuna looked up from her yanking Wakka's hair. "They're leaving without us!" They both jumped up from the floor and raced out the door.

Lulu and Seymour were left alone in the room. Seymour looked over at Lulu, smirking slightly. "Shall we?"

Lulu didn't look up from her book. "Snowball fights really aren't my thing."

Seymour turned around in his chair. "Oh? Then what is?"

Suddenly a huge patch of snow smacked against the window near Lulu. Lulu didn't flinch. Lots of yelling was coming from outside.

"Funny..." Seymour began, flipping his hair out of his face. "That Ronso wanted to have a snowball fight to get even with me. Do any of them realize I'm not even out there?"

"They probably forgot the whole purpose by now," Lulu sighed. "Don't seem so surprised."

"Are all your friends this stupid?"

Lulu opened her mouth crossly to defend them, but she quickly shut it and shrugged her shoulders. "Yes."