"Not as fascinating as the photos I have of you in that ugly holiday sweater from the last time you called me delusional," Violeta smiled sweetly. She sauntered over and sat on his lap, resting her arms over his shoulders. "The ice rink stays open until midnight. We will go there." Before he could continue protesting, she laughed, "You have never gone iceskating! If you don't like it, we will leave. But the night is perfect and we should be out enjoying it."
Dante did not get to have these experiences growing up, and since being with him she made it her duty to make sure he had at least some of them, no matter how silly he thought they were. So that, when he looked back on his life, he would have many good memories to smile about. She kissed the corner of his mouth and drew back tasting eggnog and Maude's fruitcake. "Come on," she pushed. "What do you have better to do?"