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Who: Faith & Arthur, Faith & Reno, Faith & Steve, Faith & Buffy, Faith & Dean, and Faith & anyone that wants to run into her!
What: Catching up. Exchanging gifts. Kissing...
When: December 20th to 24th
Where: The Deathmatch & some random place

[No, really. The set-ups are in the tags.]

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[They are sugar cookies cut out in the shape of what is meant to be stars, but she wasn't good at laying them out so a lot of the corners are folded under. She did do a good job frosting them, so the folded corners don't show too much, but they're just misshapen.]

Cookies. Well, they're supposed to be cookies. Brock helped, so they're as close as they'll get. [She did put a few of the ones Brock made in the tin. Those are clearly better made.]

I tried to bake. I kinda suck at it. [She shrugs, running her hand through her hair before she takes a seat at the bar.] I didn't know what to get you or even if you did the Christmas thing.

It's the only holiday I like, though.

Cookies...

[He sounds a bit surprised as he opens the tin, looking down at the cookies while she speaks. Slowly he'll pick up one of the misshapen stars and hold it up away from the tin. What almost seems to be a smile crosses his face- though you can tell he doesn't smile like a normal person too much]

Heh...gotta be the first time anyone's baked me something before.

Edited 2012-12-25 22:36 (UTC)

I'm not gonna make a habit out of it. I think I ticked people off with nearly burning the kitchen down. [She blames the castle for messing with the oven settings. Or her hip touching the dial.]

I wanted to get you something, but I didn't want to steal it. [okay eat the damn thing. you're making her uncomfortable just looking at it.]

Heh, please they nearly burn it down every other week.

[fine fine, he'll chuckle and take a bit off one of the corners. No matter the taste, he won't gag or make a face or anything because really two years in a post-apocalyptic world makes your palette very not picky]

It's a nice thought. I like them too.

[Her chin lifts a bit as she watches him eat it. She needs to at least make sure he doesn't die or feel like spitting them out. When it seems he's not going to suffer from bland or too much sugar, she lets out a breath. When he says he likes them, she lets the corner of her mouth lift in half a smile.]

That Rapunzel girl showed me how to make them... I tried to do what she showed me, but I guess I'm better at learning how to fight vampires than how to bake cookies.

Fighting vampires is cooler anyway.

[He'll pop the rest of the cookie into his mouth and eat it]

But maybe you could find a way of tying slaying into it. Like...stake cookies? I dunno.

[She smirks, shaking her head.] Nah, not sure those would be edible. If they could get through a chest, I wouldn't want to try and chew that.

[She glances to him, shrugging.] You gotta be here much longer?

It could be like rock candy or something, c'mon.

I haven't decided...why? You got a better offer?

Maybe. [She sits up a bit straighter on the stool.]

We could go for a walk and get out of the ice castle.

A walk?

[He considers, then shrugs]

I'd be up for that.

I figure you might know someplace in the city that I haven't come across.

[plus, she's heard about the nutcracker thing and she would honestly rather just kiss him and not be forced to.]

All that valuable time spent here. [she teases]

[He chuckles at the teasing]

Yeah, yeah- but you're gonna have to tell me what you already know.

[She gives him a glance.]

Oh, now there's work I gotta do too? [She shakes her head.]

I'm the one that avoids all the manual labor and having to write things down.

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