Talk:The Mistletoe/@comment-7060975-20150117170236/@comment-7060975-20150117173415

Thymepaw suppressed laughter. She hadn't laughed in a while, it felt good.

"So do I," She replied, not looking where she was going. She bumped into the tree, sending snow from the branch above her tumbling down on top of her.

She poked her head out of the snow, blushing hard as she laughed nervously. "Uh... ta da?"