Wickerbottom/Maxwell (Fighting like an old married couple)
"Maxwell! We're out of paper again!" Wickerbottom shouted from her tent, gathering her books together in her backpack.
"Well get some yourself! I'm not going back out there just to get you more paper!" Maxwell shouted back. The older gentleman sat by the fire, heating water in a cup to make himself something to drink. "If you really need it, ask Wolfgang to help! Or Woodie!"
"Why can't you just come with me? We can grab things you need to!" She walked out of her tent, adjusting her glasses. "Or are you just going to laze about all day? We could be productive today, but instead you're sitting there like a bump on a log"
"Oh shush old woman" He chuckled to himself, pouring the hot water into two separate cups, beginning to make a sort of tea for the both of them. "If it's not urgent, we can both go tomorrow, I just don't want to worry about running into Charlie. Plus it's supposed to rain tonight, and we both hate the rain." He handed her one of the cups.
"Fine, but you better hold up that promise" She sat beside him, taking one of her books out of her backpack and began to read quietly to herself. "Thank you for the tea, by the way"
Maxwell smiled softly, leaning on her shoulder so they could read together. "No problem, my love. It's no problem at all"
As the night got darker, and the camp members all came back from adventuring, they came across Maxwell wrapped in an old quilt blanket, fast asleep while Wickerbottom read quietly. She muttered the words under her breath, still reading to him while he slept soundly.
"I swear, you two are so sweet to each other" Woodie sat on the log across from them, setting Lucy beside him.
"Thank you Woodie, and we're only sweet because we fight like an old married couple, as Wilson puts it" Wickerbottom chuckled quietly, shutting her book. "Now, I need to take this one to bed, can you help me out?"
"Of course ma'am" Woodie stood up, carrying Maxwell to Wickerbottom's tent, and as the couple snuggled up to each other, Maxwell wrapping his long limbs around her, Wickerbottom just smiled. She never was one to really sleep, but for once, she nodded off in his arms. Their shared warmth keeping them warm and safe throughout the chilly night.