
Smokey had made themself comfy at a window seat inside of a café picked out for their meeting with their Secret Santa partner. It was cooler than comfortable here, but anything was better than the frosty outside that threatened to kill them if their element was not turned off. And the window seat let them truly appreciate the winter without discomfort. Better yet, it was well away from the door, so anyone entering didn't hit them with a blast of painfully cold air.
Smokey had an easy time picking out their partner's gift. What they settled on was Grimms' Fairy Tales. It was what came up first when they looked up the subject. When they went to purchase it, they found themself getting lost in its stories. They had to force themself to shut to book and keep it in their bag to keep themself from getting enamored once more.