Spinel wasn't much a fan of the cold, true she wasn't really able to feel the cold. She was a gem after all, they can't really freeze unless they're dunked into ice or something along those lines. Yet the sentiment still stands. Spinel didn't like the cold.

Reminded her a bit too much of her time in the garden, as the biting void of space chilled her form as she waited for a return that was never going to happen.

That being said, she hated the cold. But she loved hot cocoa. Currently dressed up in a big poofy pink parka provided by her perfect playmate, try saying that five times fast. Steven dug it up from the confines of his closet, and despite it being a bit too big for her rather thin frame Spinel absolutely melted in the warmth it gave.

The fact that it belonged to, as well as smelled just like Steven had nothing to do with it. None at all.

So there she was, sitting on the couch of the beach house. Drinking her cocoa and darting her eyes over to the window. Despite it being called Beach City, it wasn't the perpetual summer that people would first believe. It still had its autumns and winters, and at times even snow. Like now.

Spinel internally beamed at just how much she learned about Earth, she's only been here for maybe two months and already she knew most of the essential basics of life in Beach City. Like that telephone thing, and that vacuum. That she may or may not have destroyed because the loud noises it made scared her. She totally didn't hide under the couch and hiss at it when it was turned on, not at all.

At the very least it got Steven to pay attention to her afterwards, he coaxed the gem out from the couch with the promises of safety and a delectable donut. She, being the Spinel she was, accepted. And gracefully wrapped her arms around Steven as he carried her away from that dreaded vacuum monster that plagued her like a knight in shining armor.

Okay so maybe she wasn't as graceful as she considered herself to be, she practically stuck to the half gem shivering like a terrified kitten. But let a girl dream why don'tcha?

She'll get back at it one day for its transgressions. For now, she'll bide her time.

Back to the snow. To the window she was keeping an eye on. Impatiently waiting for the one person she wanted to see, to see his tousled black hair, his dark eyes, and his dazzling smile. Steven Universe himself. As well as whatever company he may bring along to their home.

Well, his home. The temple. She doesn't live here per say, she lives in the palace with the diamonds. Though she does spend as much time here as she could, trading off between hanging here and there. It just so happened that this was a chance to spend a whole week with the half gem, something that Spinel looked forward to.

Wherever Steven is, it'll always feel like home to her. So long as she's by his side, she'll always feel safe.

There. Movement. Spinel's head perks up, as does her pigtails as she looks out into the snow. Her expression turning into a grin as she recognizes that bundle of pink. Steven was back! She places the cup of cocoa onto the counter before stretching her way to the door. Pressing against it to get a closer look.

There he was, and he had company too. The one called Greg, who she couldn't help but compare to a lumpy potato as he wears that brown sweater with a creature on the front. It was white? No, red. Both. Red on top in a triangle, and a large amount of white below. Curious.

There was also the...oh. Her. The Connie person. She was definitely a surprise. They weren't on bad terms per say, but Spinel just didn't really like her. Not that she didn't try to get along with her, for Steven's sake anyway, she just didn't click with her like all the others do. The first time they met she had a sword pointed at her for crying out loud!

Well not at her, but she had it with the intent of using it against her. Or something. What do you want? Spinels are entertainers not brainers.

Though what catches her eye the most would be that large green thing they were all shoving onto that shoulders. Is that a tree? Why are they carrying a tree? Oh no, they're struggling in the snow! Their feet are sinking into the blanket of white!

In a flash she hurried to the door and swung it open, only to be blown back by the cold winds. With a shiver that ran across her entire body, Spinel pulled the jacket tighter around her frame before making her way out. Using her stretching abilities to not only get there sooner, but as well as wrap her arms around the tree and lift it up, "Need a hand?" She asks with a sly grin.

A couple of minutes later Spinel found herself placing these colorful little balls on the branches of the trees. Ornaments they were called. As well as help Steven in placing a plastic and inaccurate rendition of a star on the very top. "So, why are we putting all this junk on a tree for?" She asks. Giving the half gem a quizzical look, who only replies with a chuckle. "That's because it's a tradition."

Tradition huh? Well, if tradition meant she got to spend more time with her favorite person, drinking hot cocoa and decorating trees. She decided she rather liked tradition.

"Merry Christmas Spinel."

Spinel smiles and hugs Steven's arm as he admires the work they did on the tree, "Merry Christmas to ya too Steven."