Alright, day number three here we go! It rained all day today so I'm a pretty happy camper right now. This chapter is a continuation from the last one so let's get on with it!

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Seto rested Alissa on the sofa as soon as he reached the living room.

"Lay down and watch some television while I go get you some ice." He handed her the remote then slipped into the kitchen. She stripped her jacket off and wrapped herself in the blanket that was hanging on the back of the couch. She cocooned herself in the cotton blanket and leaned back against the pillows. She flipped through channels as she absently rubbed her bruised head.

"Don't touch it," the brunet warned, entering the living room with a Blue Eyes shaped ice pack and a rag. "Here. Wrap the ice pack in this so the direct contact doesn't give you freezer burn."

"Thank you. Oh my God. This ice pack is shaped like a Blue Eyes White Dragon," she said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes as the corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile. By now he was used to her teasing.

"I like it. I think it's cute that you have merchandise of your favorite duel monster."

"Don't say such embarrassing things," he grumbled. He was Seto Kaiba. He was not cute.

"Well, thanks again for carrying me inside and the ice pack."

"I called Dr. Swanson. He should be here soon to examine your head."

"Sit with me while we wait." She sat up so he could sit next to her. Once he was situated, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"What are we watching?"

"Chopped. It's a cooking competition show. This episode is a Thanksgiving one."

"What are the rules?"

"It starts with four chefs. There are three courses and each course has a basket filled with mystery ingredients. The contestants have to use all the ingredients in the mystery basket in their food. Each round, a chef is chopped until there's only one left standing. Sometimes the basket ingredients are really gross too. One time they had to use lamb testicles."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm serious. They had to use lamb balls. Like the sperm sacs of a lamb."

"Don't ever refer to those in that way again."

"I'm just explaining how gross it was! I would never eat lamb testicles, and you know how accepting I am of new foods."

"Why would anyone ever want to eat lamb testicles?"

"Don't ask me, ask the judges." Ted Allen's voice projected from the television as he introduced the ingredients for the appetizer round.

"In this round you'll need to use cranberry sauce, cheese and green chile tamales, green beans, and smoked turkey gizzards." She made a gagging sound.

"Oh my God!"

"Who comes up with these baskets?" he roared.

"Someone who obviously hates humanity!"

"Please change the channel."

"Gladly." She flipped through the channels and stopped on a channel that was playing Home Alone.

"Is this okay?"

"Are smoked turkey gizzards in it?"

"No."

"Then you can leave it on." About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Is that Dr. Swanson?"

"Most likely." He got to his feet and exited the living room. He returned several seconds later with a snow dusted Dr. Swanson."

"Hey, Dr. Swanson."

"Hello, Alissa. Mr. Kaiba told me you had a head injury?"

"Yeah."

"Can I take a look?" She nodded, pulling the icepack that she had been holding away from her head. Dr. Swanson pulled the ottoman closer to the sofa so he could examine her head.

"What happened?"

"I ran into a low hanging tree branch." He lightly ran his fingers on the area around the bruise.

"Do you feel nauseated? Fatigued?"

"No." Dr. Swanson leaned back and pulled a flashlight out of his pocket and aimed the light into her eyes. He moved the light away and watched as her pupils dilated. He repeated the process a couple more times then returned the flashlight to his pocket.

"Follow the tip of my finger with your eyes." He moved his finger around and she followed his command. "You don't seem to have a concussion. It looks like it's just badly bruised."

"Thank you."

"Call me if anything changes."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Swanson." Seto showed him to the door then returned to the living room. Alissa was huddled in the blanket; the ice pack lay forgotten on the ottoman.

"You look cold."

"I am. The ice pack sucked all the heat out of my face."

"Do you want me to make you some hot chocolate?"

"Sure. Do you want me to help?"

"I'm perfectly capable of making it by myself, I'm not an invalid."

"Okay. Thank you." He returned to the kitchen as Alissa wrapped the blankets tighter around herself. He returned a couple minutes later with a mug. Whipped cream floated at the top and a candy cane stick sat in the hot liquid.

"Here." She smiled as she took the mug from his hands. She took a long sip and sighed happily.

"You always know exactly how I like it."

"Of course."

"Thank you," she said as she stirred the whipped cream and cocoa with the candy cane stick. She took another long sip. When she pulled the mug away, whipped cream stuck to her upper lip.

"Alissa, you have some whipped cream on your face." She grinned at him coyly.

"Why don't you get it for me?" He smirked before leaning forward and claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

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So I was actually kind of disappointed with this theme. I'm just not a hot chocolate person. Actually, I'm not really a warm drink person. So, since I hardly ever drink hot chocolate I had no idea where to go with this one. Also, I had not outline for this theme. Oops. Oh well. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow! Peace out girl scouts!