Summary: Laura thinks it would be funny to give Carmilla cat toys for Christmas.

"I thought you said we were shopping for Christmas presents," LaFontaine told Laura, staring at an assortment of pet treats.

"We are!" Laura chirped.

"Dude. We're at PetSmart. And I'm pretty sure none of our friends have any pets. No pet rule at Silas, remember?"

"And you're absolutely right. That doesn't mean certain individuals, or individual, wouldn't be able to… appreciate anything here. Now where's the cat aisle…" Laura said, distracted by her personal mission.

LaFontaine sighed, "Cat aisle? Now I'm positive you've lost your mind. No one has a cat at…" They paused when they noticed Laura picking up the biggest cat collar on display, a black leather piece decorated with silver spikes. "Hold on a second. Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Mm? Which is?"

"You're totally getting cat stuff for Carmilla, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Laura replied, attempting to hide her giggle while picking out a stuffed cat toy in the shape of a cupcake. She squealed, "Oh, this is perfect!"

LaFontaine laughed, "I don't know if you're absolutely brilliant or completely nuts, but I want in. Where's that engraving machine for name tags?"

"Near the front of the store. Why?"

They grinned, "You'll see."

'Twas the night before winter break, and everyone was cozily crammed into Laura and Carmilla's dorm room.

Laura sat on her girlfriend's bed, with Carmilla's arm wrapped around her shoulders. Sprawled across Laura's bed, Danny laughed and rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Kirsch, sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the old wooden wardrobe. LaFontaine sat at Laura's desk, continuing to assure Perry that all of the decorations and food she prepared were perfect.

Standing up, Perry clapped her hands, "Okay, everyone! It's time to exchange gifts!"

Immediately, Laura squealed, jumping out of Carmilla's arms and retrieving the gift bag she hid beneath her bed. By the time she returned to Carmilla's side of the room, Carmilla sat with her hands behind her back and a devilish smirk on her face. "Mind if I go first, cutie," she purred.

Laura smiled, "No, of course!"

Pulling out what was hidden behind her back, Carmilla showed Laura a long, rectangular velvet box. She slowly opened the case, revealing an intricate bracelet lined with black diamonds and silver.

"Oh my gosh," Laura gasped, covering her open mouth with her hands, "Carm, this is too much… This must have cost you a fortune!"

Carmilla pulled out the bracelet and wrapped it around Laura's delicate wrist, "I know we agreed on no extravagant gifts, but I technically didn't spend a penny. This belonged to my mother, my real mother. It's the only thing I have left from my past life. And before you say no, I want you to have it, cupcake."

"I love it, Carm. It's perfect," she leaned in to kiss her girlfriend. Remembering what she got for Carmilla, Laura bit her lip, "You can open your gift now. But remember that I love you, okay? Please don't hate me."

"Nothing in this world could make me hate you, sweetheart," Carmilla assured her, pulling out pieces of tissue paper from the snowflake-covered bag. She dragged her hand out of the bag, revealing a soft, pink cupcake toy. Carmilla chuckled, "A cupcake from my cupcake, huh? Clever." As she placed it on the bed, a jingling sound came from the plush toy. "Well, that's odd."

"Keep looking," Laura urged her, anxiously running her fingers through her honey blonde hair.

Amused by Laura's nervousness, Carmilla reached into the gift bag, taking out a large ball of black yarn. "Hmm. Well. Knitting is a hobby I've yet to explore in my three hundred years. Better now than never, right?"

Laura huffed, "Just keep going. Last one."

Looking in the bag for the final piece of the present, Carmilla furrowed her eyebrows, "What the frilly hell…" She pulled out the black leather cat collar.

"I know, it's stupid, I thought it would be funny to give you cat toys since you're this huge badass black cat, and I feel terrible because you got me this beautiful bracelet that was your mom's and it means so much to you, and here I am pulling this stupid joke, and I'm a terrible girlfriend, and I totally understand if you hate me right now but I-" Laura's rambling was cut off by a pair of soft lips.

"I've got to hand it to you, cupcake. This is probably the strangest gesture of love I've ever received. And that's coming from a three hundred year old vampire who seduced girls for a living," Carmilla smirked, her eyes twinkling.

It was Laura's turn to be confused. She pouted, "What in the world are you talking about?"

Carmilla gestured to the collar in her hands, pointing to a round, silver tag. It read, "CARMILLA. IF FOUND, RETURN TO LAURA."

"B-but I didn't…"

"You're welcome!" LaFontaine yelled from the other side of the room.