Two years had elapsed since the Deepground incident, and the Avalanche crew was gathered at the new Seventh Heaven for its annual holiday celebrations. Fresh snow covered the ground, presents were nestled under the tree, all ready for unwrapping, and the party's elaborate holiday dinner was reaching its final stages of preparation.
All in all, it was a rare chance for them all to enjoy a night of peace and quiet. Except for Red XIII, who was busy avoiding Yuffie's incessant attempts to dress him up as a reindeer.
"Yuffie, cut it out," the four-legged beast chastised her. "Why can't you act your age for once?"
The young ninja scoffed. "Like YOU would know anything about that, Mr. I'm-a-wise-old-sage-trust-me," she retorted, mimicking Red's grumpy old man voice.
Red XIII looked up at her, speechless, unable to think of a proper comeback.
Yuffie grinned. "Boom! Somebody call the fire brigade, 'cause you just got roasted!"
"Yuffie, calm down," Tifa said, suppressing a giggle as she passed them by.
"Nope," Yuffie replied, crossing her arms. "Can't stop, won't stop! Now, where was I?"
She looked at the red plastic nose and pair of fake antlers in her hands, then turned towards Red XIII again with mischief in her eyes. "Ah, right... c'mere, Rudolph!"
Red XIII promptly bolted upstairs before she could get any closer. She'd given him a good chase earlier, but spry as she was, she was still no match for Cosmo Canyon's finest. She huffed, reluctantly accepting her defeat.
"... Spoilsport."