This was the first Christmas you'd spent with Bondy since moving in with him up north, and the weather was full of surprises. So when you woke up one morning to see your garden covered in a blanket of fresh snow you jumped out of bed and practically threw yourself down the stairs to check it out.
Barefoot and still in your dressing gown, you stepped out onto the lawn, instantly cringing from the cold that shot up through your legs. You didn't hear him come down the stairs, but Bondy chuckled behind you and coaxed you back inside with a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"We can go out there, just promise me you'll wrap up first." He said, playfully flicking your nose with his fingertip.
Now fully dressed in your coat and boots, knitted jumper tucked into your jeans, you practically dived face first into a pile of snow that had accumulated in the corner of the garden. Bondy was somewhere behind you scraping together bricks of snow.
Eventually you waddled over to him after flailing around in the snow and coating your clothes and hair in the cold powder.
"Want a hand?" You offered, curiously leaning over his shoulder and observing the spherical wall he'd begun making.
"Yes please love." He said, taking a few steps back to admire his progress so far. He gave you a few pointers and you got to work, packing the snow into solid rectangles and stacking them delicately on top of each other.
Eventually you'd developed a sort of system, you scrape snow into fairly even piles for him, Johnny does the more complicated job of making them into bricks before handing them back to you to add to the wall. You added the finishing touches by smoothing out the top and filling in the cracks with more snow to make it more "structurally sound" as Johnny had put it, before crawling inside. You both sat with your legs crossed, knees hugged closely to your chest as you chatted and watched your breath freeze as it left your lips.
"Hey, this isn't half bad. I'd say we did a pretty good job." You commented optimistically.
"Mhm and I think we should christen it with a joke"
"Oh god..." You roll your eyes
"How does a penguin build its house?"
You blink at him silently, preparing for the punchline
"Igloos it together" Johnny answers with a smirk
"I saw that one coming from a mile away"
"Did not." He retorts like a child, playfully nudging you.
"Did too," You argue back "anyway, ours doesn't need glue. See? It's rock solid-"
Just as you said that you knocked on the wall with your first to prove your point, however ended up putting your arm through the snow and causing the whole wall to collapse. Johnny chuckled as you struggled to free your arm from under the snow.
"Careful love, that could've been a lawsuit."
"Shame it didn't all come down on top of you, then you wouldn't be laughing I bet."
"You're right I wouldn't, I'd probably suffocate instead."
"You wouldn't suffocate, because unlike you I'd actually be concerned and help you out."
When he eventually does rescue your arm from the rubble of your lovingly crafted igloo, he taps on your arm a couple of times.
"Hmm, looks like we're gonna need an amputation."
"Which I'll pay for with the money I win from suing you." You grinned
Touché
