December 20th – Sweater
'Lin, I told you a million times already, I'm not wearing this.'
'Get off your high horses for once, will you,' Lin replied exasperatedly, throwing the worn out sweater onto Kuvira's side of the bed.
'I'm sure it won't even be that cold, anyway.'
'Look at it this way: days when it only snows are considered especially warm over there.'
Kuvira threw a disgusted look at the sweater before reluctantly folding it.
'I swear, if I hear anyone comment on it, I will have to murder you.'
Lin sighed, turning away from her half-filled suitcase and towards her lover.
'Don't worry,' she sighed. 'Just keep that grumpy face on; I'm sure it'll suit you perfectly well.'
Kuvira glared at her silently, and Lin simply smirked. The sweater was packed, and she knew she'd won.