Whee! Merry Christmas indeed!
I said it before, let me say it again: there should be some way to get our favourite mages into jeans -write crack fic if you must! Somehow I'm amused at Raistlin's short hair. I still like it better long and curly, but I guess that's a matter of taste.

And *squee*! Fic!

Dalamar laughed. "I never thought I'd say this, but-" He lifted his cup. "Poor Sturm."
Raistlin snickered, "Poor Sturm." He sipped it, looking at Dalamar over the rim. "Season of goodwill after all."

Totally goodwill... no gloating at all...

"You lecherous creature." Dalamar kissed him again.
"Your lecherous creature."
"I love you."
"I know."

Awwww! They are so cute in their own special way.
And I LOVE the scared serving girl.