YOU DON'T NEED A CALENDAR TO KNOW THAT SPRING HAS COME
by Tari Gwaemir
How Haruhi keeps track of the seasons.
"Today's theme?" she asked as soon as she entered the music room, automatically taking off her uniform jacket.
"Eskimos," Kyouya replied curtly before Tamaki swept in with a theatrical pose.
"It will be a celebration of the cold winter lands where the sun does not set! Like the glory of Youth and Beauty which shall never fade away! Did you know the Inuit had a hundred words for snow? So too have I composed a hundred poems to each and every delicate flower that seeks shelter from the violent winds in our warm igloo of--"
Haruhi ignored him. "I see. I guess that means it's going to be spring."
Tamaki paused. "What makes you say that, dear daughter?"
"Why else would you be celebrating winter?" Haruhi retorted, trying not to smile.