Mary looked up at the winter sky, taking in its bleak but somehow beautiful color.
She blinked her eyes shut as snow gently fell onto her face.
"Did you just pass up the opportunity to catch snow on your tongue?"
Her eyes opened and widened as her head turned towards the sudden sound of her husband's voice. "Oh, Matthew. You frightened me."
He smirked a little, and stuck out his tongue a little as a snowflake perfectly fell onto it. "See? Why wouldn't you wish to do that?"
She rolled her eyes. "Mama and Papa didn't like it when we used to do that. They were always certain we would catch a cold." she laughed at how absurd it now sounded.
Matthew raised a brow. "Well, I thought the upper English class, or at least your parents, were mostly logical, but that is quite,.. interesting thinking."
Mary chuckled, stepping over and hooking her arm through his. "It was a different time when we were young."
"I suppose. But hey, there's nothing stopping you from trying it now, eh?" his bright eyes glimmered.
She sighed, feigning annoyance. "If it will make your bothering me stop..."
A soft laugh escaped his lips. "I promise you, it will."
Tilting her head up to the sky, she stuck out her tongue, feeling rather silly. As soon as a snowflake hit it, she yelped a little and retracted it back into her mouth. "It's so cold!"
"That's the fun of it!"