Today is fucking cold. The kind of cold takes a moment as it seeps under your skin slowly and turning you into an icicle from the inside out. As far as you can tell, ponies aren't affected by it. Yeah, they can tell it's cold but it's hitting you a lot harder than them.
You're finally home from work and all your thoughts drift towards bed. A bed that has warm mink blankets to be the tortilla to your burrito. As you walk down the hallway you find one of your jumpers have come alive and is trotting up and down. With a smile, you lift the jumper to reveal the little mare behind the magic act. She's looking up at the jumper, wondering where it's going, before glancing at you.
"Welcome home! Are you ready to play?"
"Not today, it's too cold," you tell her as you step past to your room.
"It's winter, what were you expecting?" She retorts harshly while following close behind you.
"I was expecting it to be cold so I can curl up in bed."
You lift your blanket up and wrap it over yourself before falling like a log onto the mattress. Only your head is out in the cold and the moment Moonie is gone that'll change.
"Anon, I'm bored."
"And I'm cold. We've been over this."
You roll over so it looks like Moonie is on the roof. You smile at your perfect view as she puffs her cheeks in anger as she understands she's not going to have her way so easily. So with overly dramatic stomps, she leaves the room as you retreat into your blanket like a bear for winter. Perhaps it's not too late to convince the ponies you hibernate for the winter. It'd be nice to sleep through most of it all, but you'd have to stock up on food. If only.
It's hard to be sure for how long, but you dozed off for a minute there. You were woken by the sound of clattering. It takes you a moment but the second clatter is enough for you to realise that Moonie is in the kitchen. Still in a daze you leap out from your cave, nearly tripping in the process as your leg was still wrapped up, you stamp into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?"
A stunned Moonie looks up from the oven and just smiles. You quickly grab an oven mitt and take the tray out before she has a chance to. Golden brown vegetable pasties dot the tray. While the colour and texture looks great, the shape of them doesn't. Some are triangles, some are circles and others make you think you're trying to find images in clouds.
"What do you think?" She beams with an expectant gleam in her eyes.
You pick one up and take a bite. Not your brightest moments, but whichever taste buds didn't get burnt to death say it's good.
"You just took them out the oven," she points out as your splutter and try to cool your mouth down.
"They're good," you say in between all the panting and sweating.
"Really?"
"Mhm. Really."
You give the proud filly a pat on the head as she eagerly cheers. You're not sure when she's been practising cooking but the house is still here and you're most grateful for that.
"Now you can read me stories."
You give a shudder from the cold as you notice it has begun to seep in again. Already you miss your blanket.
"Quick, go get your blanket. I'll plate these up."
You head into your room, grab your blanket to wrap around you and then step out into the lounge. Moonie already has a book, and placed the plate of pasties on the table beside the couch. You take a seat and throw the blanket over the two of you. With her magic she hands you the book and grabs a pasty for herself. The two of you then spend the afternoon eating as you read about Carrot entering the Watch.
You're not sure when but Moonie ends up falling asleep, her head on your lap as her light snoring can be heard. With a content smile and full belly, you read the rest of the book in silence.