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"Oh - my god," you mumble, your lips half frozen as you try to talk. "Did we think this was a good idea?"
"It's cheesecake on a stick," Kon counters, but his own voice is a bit thin in the cold. "How is it a bad idea?"
"Frozen cheesecake on a stick," you remind him, even as you take another bite.
Metropolis always does Christmas markets well, you think - endless stalls lined up, lights strung up in every tree, little bonfires scattering the pathways to keep people warm.
Or to try to keep people warm, you correct yourself sort of miserably as you stare down at the cheesecake slice in your hands.
"At least the chocolate's good," Kon shrugs, his holiday spirit wholly unaffected as he snaps a piece of the chocolate coating off to eat.
"We should've saved hot chocolate for after this," you sigh as you nibble at some of the chocolate on your own slice. "It could've warmed us up."
"We can have hot chocolate again," he shrugs easily, holding out a hand to you as you step across a particularly icy spot on one of the pathways.
"You sure are burning a hole in that card," you say wearily as you take his hand, letting him keep you steady while you walk.
"Well, what daddy doesn't know won't kill him," he retorts, a mocking sort of slant to his voice.
"No, but it might kill you when he finds out," you point out - but really, it's difficult to be unhappy on a night like this. The snow on the ground crunches beneath your feet, more flakes swirling around and getting caught in your hair as you walk. And the credit card that Kon had swiped from Lex assures that you're dragged towards any booth you look at for too long, leaving with another bag over your arm.
"It's fine," Kon shrugs your concern off, but when you shoot him a disbelieving look, he grins.
"It's worth it," he corrects himself, and you squeeze his hand in yours in thanks.
"Ok, I'm giving up," you sigh, stopping by one of the little garbage cans that line the paths to throw out what's left of your cheesecake. "And I'm freezing again."
"More hot chocolate?" Kon suggests, abandoning his own cake without complaint.
"Or," you snap your fingers. "I wonder if any of the stalls have eggnog - you know, hot eggnog."
"Or - we haven't done mulled wine yet," he reminds you. "Or cider."
"Oh, hot apple cider," you sigh dreamily, pretending to swoon into his arms a bit and laughing when he steadies you with an arm around your waist, sturdy and unmoving underneath your weight.
"Do you still want to do funnel cakes?" he asks kindly as he keeps his arm around you, swaying the two of you back and forth gently to the tune of whatever Christmas song is wafting from the speakers.
"Oh yea," you nod. "Oh - I wonder if they have those waffles dipped in chocolate?"
"I'll check for them," he squeezes your waist gently. "Ok, why don't you go find us a place to sit, yea? Somewhere really close to one of those fires. I'll hit a few of the stalls and meet you there."
"Ok," you agree easily, but when he bends down to press a quick kiss to your lips, you laugh and squirm away. "Your face is cold. Go get a hot drink."
"Mean," Kon shouts over his shoulder as he walks away, stepping carefully over a pile of snow.
You blow him a freezing kiss, and he melts a bit, sending you one last soft, little smile before he points to the bonfires.
It's odd, you think as you settle by one of them, propping your feet up on the seat next to you to make sure to save it for him.
It's different, you think as you watch the fire flicker and waver in the freezing wind, warmth pouring off of it in an endless, rolling stream.
The speakers dotted around the booths still play slow, little Christmas songs, an ever-present background as the endless, scattered lights shimmer in all the colours of the holiday. A group of teenagers sits at the bonfire next to you, chatting and giggling and smiling in that way that you're sure makes their cheeks hurt.
Something sort of fizzes in your chest when you remember that you know what that feels like these days.
"Oh my god -" you cut yourself off with a startled laugh as Kon walks towards you carefully, several different desserts balanced in his arms while a worker from one of the stalls trails after him, tray of drinks in hand.
You lift your feet off the seat next to you hastily, helping them both dump everything down onto the frozen picnic table while Kon thanks the boy and lets him get back to his job.
"What did you get?" you ask, but you can't really keep the joy out of your voice - and you find that you really don't want to.
"Well, all the drinks you wanted," he says obviously. "They did have hot eggnog. And cider, and the mulled wine, and I got more hot chocolate just in case. Anyway, I couldn't find the waffles you wanted, but I did get funnel cakes, and I got another cheesecake because I think that, now, while we're warm and we have the fire, we should try again, and I got -"
You don't really realize the lovestruck state you're giving him until he cuts himself off, stopping to smile sheepishly and sit down next to you.
"What's that for?" he murmurs, sticky sweet and gentle.
"I'm just having a good time," you shrug - and it's true, you think, something soft making a home in your heart.
"Yea?" he murmurs, nudging a cup of cider towards you.
"Yea," you say softly. "It's almost worth the trouble you'll get in with Lex for stealing his card."
"Don't worry about that, baby," Kon says gently, flashing a beaming sort of smile at you. "It's worth it. It's so worth it."
To see you happy, is the part that he doesn't say out loud, but you smile at him like you already know.
"That's lucky," you murmur.
"Not luck, babe. Just love."
You scoff at that, flicking him on the forehead gently.
"Whatever," you say, a quip hidden by a heavy blanket of love that you just can't shake. "You're eating that cheesecake on your own, by the way. I'm not doing that again."
"Whatever makes you happy, babe," he says - and how lucky, you think, to know something so heavy is also so true.