I admit it, I'm recycling the premise of my very first Lilanette one-shot. Then again, Lila is from Italy, there's no way she wouldn't consider Paris too cold. Just sorry it's so short...
Day 4: Illness
"How did you even do it?" Marinette asked as she peeled the apple. "We're in summer and you got a cold!"
"Subbosed summer." Lila replied from under her covers. "Id's doo gold here-and I showed off a bid doo much. As soon as the Terror Bowtie is gaughd I'm bringing you to Rome and show you a real summer."
Marinette sighed at the antics of her newest crush, just glad that at least their familiarity had allowed her to get over the stammering much faster. She looked around her room, seeing that while the creepy masks and the Italian flag were still in place they had managed to convince Lila's mother to have it repainted in orange. Then she put a hand on Lila's pajama.
"You're soaked!" she exclaimed. "We need to change and wash you, and-"
Realization hit them both at the same time: as she was now, Lila couldn't change herself and get a shower, thus Marinette would have to clean and change her friend.
Lila's fever spiked up, and Marinette almost matched it.
"And we can't even have some fun..." Marinette said, preceding Lila with the teasing for once.
It would take a while for her to realize the implications of that.
Notes
I like Lila. I also like Marinette. And I like putting the characters I like into strange and embarrassing situations.
