"I don't even know where to start," Marinette said, standing at the entrance of the Christmas village with her husband, Adrien. "That's easy, the first step is to step inside," Adrien's eyes twinkled. "Besides, we're looking for a ornament for the tree, right?"
"That was before a certain kitty knocked over over the tree," Marinette reminded him. "But coming here is a Christmas tradition, and I'm sure we'll find something."
Cheerful Christmas music played over the speakers, and Marinette linked her arm with Adrien. Santa's, elves, and reindeer could been seen in almost every stall but Marinette was looking for something special.
"I thought you liked homemade gifts," Adrien asked. Marinette rubbed her temples. "Yeah, but this seems fake, love. Maybe we should split up and meet back in a half hour." "And I'll buy a box of gingerbread," Adrien rubbed his tummy,and Marinette laughed. "Sounds good. Pound it?"
"Now there's a tradition I hope we'll never go away," Adrien bumped her fist, and leaned forward, kissing her cheek.
Marinette headed off into the crowd, deep in thought, having a inkling that the gift they were looking for was close by.
She exited the Christmas market, leaving behind the noise, turning down a quiet street. Snowflakes begin to fall softly,and she stopped."This street feels familiar,"she told herself and the it hit her. This is where Master Fu's shop used to be.
She walked down the abandoned street, wondering if the store front was still there, and to her delight it was. Even the key was still hidden in the fake potted plant, and glancing around, Marinette tried the door, a creaking sound arising as the door swung open.
It smelled musty from being empty, but Marinette could smell of tea leaves, and she headed to the back room. Four canisters of tea boxes stood on the high shelf, plus a tea kettle sat on the stove, ready for use.
Well, it was a good day to make tea. She filled the kettle with water, thinking of through the mists of time when she and Master Fu would have tea and he would tell a story. She missed him.
The door banged and Marinette jumped. Had she not shut the door all the way? Cautiously, she peeked around the door, finding a snow covered Adrien.
"Adrien! How did you find me?" she came out to greet him. "I just got this feeling that I was supposed to go here. I remember having tea here with Master Fu."
As he spoke, the kettle whistled and Marinette took Adrien's hand. "Do you think that's supposed to be our tradition? Making memories together?" "New traditions are made all the time, but that doesn't mean you forget the old."
"Let's have a cup of tea," Marinette suggested. "I brought the cookies!" Adrien grinned, and they did another pound it.
They didn't need grandeur or expensive things to make new traditions, all they needed was each other and a cup of tea.