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Medusa has never liked Milliways winters. Cold, snow, ice, cold. With living snakes combining with her mind, she feels herself growing slower, duller; with metal feathers growing out of her skin, it's only her preternatural healing that stops her from getting frostbite every time she goes outside.

It is morning, high mid-morning, with the sun streaming through the window. The very, very shut window - even Medusa's objections to lack of fresh air falter in the face of cold. The Gorgon herself is perched on a chair in front of the glass, staring out across the white landscape as her snakes absorb as much sunlight as possible.

(she is not alone, either; sprawled out in her lap and overcome with the bliss of constant petting is one Master Shreddie. Sun and scritches, nothing better in the whole multiverse)

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Sam slipped out a little while ago whilst Medusa had been sunbathing, and now he returns... with tea! He knows his girlfriend very well, after all. There is also warm milk for the Shreddiecat, because he knows his kitten almost as well, and hot chocolate pudding.

The tray is carefully set down on a cabinet, though, as he goes to the window and presses a kiss to Medusa's neck.

"Why is there snow?" She is a Gorgon, and Gorgons do not whine - they do, however, sulk. Her snakes shift themselves out of the way as he leans in to kiss her neck, and some of them leave light, flickering kisses of their own on his cheek.

Shreddie has not yet noticed milk - too blissed out.

For the momment.

"Because it's winter, Beautiful."

Sam makes a soft sound at the reciprocated kisses, lightly stroking one hand over a wing.

"Pretty, though, isn't it?"

Mmm, that's nice, and her reflection in the window shows her smile.

"Pretty, maybe...is that chocolate?"

Innocently, "It may be. It might even be hot."

Sam is a mysterious and unknowable Sam!

"Can I have some?"

"No," Sam informs her, valiantly keeping a straight face. "I just brought it for you to look at."

She twists her head around and back to look at him.

"You," she pronounces, "are very silly."

MOI?

"I am hurt, Meda!" Sam protests, looking woeful. "Hurt."

"Of course you are," she says, scooping Shreddie up to place him in Sam's hands before uncurling herself to wander over to pudding. And tea. Never forget tea.

"Mrr?" goes Shreddie, displeased at the sudden movement, but Sam takes over the petting and he is quickly distracted.

Sulkily, "I'm mortally wounded, I'll have you know."

"But there is pudding. You can't be mortally wounded when this is the case."

"...Curse your logic."

Sam puts kitten and dish on the floor and goes to investigate said pudding.

Point to Medusa.

He sticks his tongue out at her.

Mmm, chocolate.

(It's possible he even winds up with some on his nose.)

She is the most innocent of all (three) Gorgons, and serenely attacks said chocolate pudding.

...Though really, that's not saying much.

Sam will fight her for it! Will fight her with ... a spoon.

Oh yes, it's on now.

Oh, it is.

Never fight a Gorgon for her food, Sam, it never ends well, for they are small and light-boned and know how to fight dirty.

Food appears to be going everywhere.

Since a lot of it is going onto Meda, though, Sam's not complaining. Hey, he can lick it off her later.

...

Actually, cancel that. He can lick it off her now, and hopefully win the fight at the same time.

:D?

"You're cheating."

"Mmf," Sam says eloquently, but he contrives to look wounded as he does so.

Cheating? Him?

It's not working.

Not that Medusa appears to mind.

It's not working yet.

She has chocolate under her ear that needs attending to, for starters.

That's just distracting, not innocent-appearing. Very, very much not with the innocent-appearing, if the way Meda's breath wavers is any indication.

Oh. Well, innocence was not the major aim, so that's okay.

There may be some added nuzzling going on. Well, while he's there...