Prompt: "Ah, Gorgon making it very clear that no, she does not want to leave the nice warm house in the middle of the coldest winter for the last 50 odd years. Sakura got a different class in the war, this also takes place after the war." — General Shyguy
Sakura put her hands on her hips. Her living room was currently 10% furniture, 10% paintings on the wall, and 80% mythological creature trying to nap by the fireplace.
"Rider—"
"I said no, Sakura," her ex-Servant stated.
"I just want you to help carry the bags—"
"It's below 10 centigrade out there. I refuse."
"You're a Heroic Spirit! How do you even get cold?"
Medusa gave her a stare that could have turned her to stone, but that threat had long since gone away.
"Did you not notice my long snake body?"
"So?"
"Servant or not, I am cold-blooded. Didn't you take biology at school?"
"Fine. I guess I'll go by myself." Sakura made to stomp off before a long length of tail blocked the doorway. "...Rider."
"It's cold," Medusa hissed.
"I'll bundle up!"
"No. Tell Shirou to get what you need on the way back."
"Why are you like this!?"
"Shut up and cuddle me."