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Will sipped at his coffee. This evening was bliss. He had a burning fire in front of him. A warm cup of coffee in his hands. And a beautiful blonde beside him.
"You didn't catch a cold, or anything, did you?" Alyss asked.
"A cold? Why would I catch a cold?" Will frowned.
"Oh, I was just making sure. I don't want you sick for Christmas. And there was that risk, what with you out playing in the snow yesterday," Alyss explained.
"I wasn't playing!" Will defended, his pride stung. "We were practising our Ranger skills."
"By throwing snowballs?"
"Er, yes," Will said. "It involves hiding and aim and throwing. The champion of the snow fight is clearly a very skilled ranger."
"Clearly, I am a very skilled ranger then," Alyss said, completely straightfaced.
"You cheated," Will muttered. "We didn't know you were playing."
Alyss only smiled. "Well, Ranger Will, if you're out on a mission and you get ambushed, you can hardly say it doesn't count because you didn't know they were after you."
"We weren't on a mission," Will said defensively. "We were..."
"Playing a game," Alyss finished for him.
Then she kissed him, just so he wouldn't get too upset. It worked, he deepened the kiss and they sat together, kissing by the fire. Even better, Alyss reflected, was that the coffee lay forgotten while they kissed. She knew how much Will loved his coffee.
So, logically, he must love her more.