33 Apocalypse Ave, Late Sunday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders' cooking skills mostly stalled out at grilled cheese and cans of soup, but the holiday season and its influx of guests had him wanting to try something new. (He was going to blame it on Kathy's influence.) He stopped by Turtle & Canary for supplies and then set up a baking station in the kitchen.

First on the list of things to try: cornflake Christmas wreaths. They seemed easy right up to the part where he started trying to shape the melted marshmallows and cereal into wreaths and found out exactly how fast a mage could get marshmallow all over every surface in the kitchen.

[OOC: Open to those there.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"This is the tastiest our counter's ever been," Dante said, blatantly swiping some marshmallow off the countertop with a thumb on his way in.

[not_every_mage]

"I think more of the marshmallow is ending up on it than in these," Anders agreed, frowning at the lumpy green mass in his bowl. "Why do they make it so sticky?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante stuck his thumb in his mouth. "Because it's delicious?" he offered, once he'd polished off all the marshmallow. "Always gotta be a catch."

[not_every_mage]

"Life is so complicated," Anders sighed. "You can't even make sweets without being reminded things aren't perfect."

[spin_kick_snap]

"You know, I mean, you're usually wearing less, but I'm pretty sure this is right out of a fantasy of mine," Kathy teased, lounging in the doorway. "Possibly with less marshmallows, too, but I'm not going to complain."

[not_every_mage]

"What, watching me get sticky and make a fool of myself?" Anders laughed, wandering over to kiss her hello. "You have odd fantasies."

[spin_kick_snap]

"You look delicious," Kathy told him, hooking her finger into his shirt and pulling him in. "And what's not to like about a man in the kitchen making me tasty things? Bonus if he's wearing a frilly apron and nothing else."

And then they were kissing and his lips were sweeter than marshmallows.

[not_every_mage]

"I'll save that for after the guests go home," Anders murmured against her lips, and then he was too distracted by the kiss to say anything more. HIs hands were sticky as he rested fingertips on her hips.

[tigerundercover]

Raven didn't spend a lot of time in the house, but Christmas Eve seemed like the sort of time you were supposed to be around people, so here she was, hovering uncomfortably off to one side.

Which at least meant she didn't have to worry about getting marshmallow on her scales.

"Looks delicious. Why are they green?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I think they're supposed to look like plants and shit?"

Dante, nobody asked your opinion. Especially not while you were snacking on stray marshmallow in the corner.

[tigerundercover]

"Huh," Raven said. "Is that why he's making them into little balls and things?"

[spin_kick_snap]

See, the thing about that was Raven was not taking 'hyperactive bestie' into account. "Raven!" Kathy called, bouncing across the kitchen to try to wrap her into a hug. And yes, she was covered in marshmallow sticky from stealing bites and the occasional attempt to help.

[tigerundercover]

"Gyah! Sticky! Sticky Kathy!" Was there something she could shift to that would repel marshmallow? "How much sugar have you had?"

[not_every_mage]

"Food coloring," Anders said. "I'm not totally convinced it won't make us sick, but it's supposed to be festive."

[tigerundercover]

"I mean, the whole point of food coloring is that it's edible," Raven pointed out. "People were pretty excited when they were first invented."

The 20th century was a wild, strange time in food technology.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada could hear a ruckus somewhere, and followed the sounds until she was in the kitchen door, laughing.

"Anders, you want a hand?"

[not_every_mage]

Anders gave her a grateful look. "It depends," he said. "How are you at keeping marshmallow from sticking to everything?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Y' got flour an' wax paper?" Ada asked, starting to peep into cabinets. "I dunno about cleaning this up, but we c'n get th' rest of 'em done up just fine."

[tigerundercover]

Raven, having no idea what her counterpart got up to last weekend, gave Ada a wave.

"Hey. Happy Christmas, or whatever."

[boneyard_girl]

Ada’d had a bit to remind herself — repeatedly— that Raven wasn’t that Raven and didn’t need to know about any of it. It was over. Everything was FINE. And Ada was very good at selling a fiction and making it look like truth.

“Hey yourself,” she said easily. “Y’all got a heck of a setup goin’ on here.”

[good_for_six]

Isabela was also laughing at Anders. Unlike other people she wasn't offering to help.

That would just end badly for all concerned.

[not_every_mage]

"What's so funny?" Anders called, though he didn't sound too horribly affronted. "Careful, or I'll make you help."

[good_for_six]

"I couldn't possibly," Isabela protested, adopting her most pious expression. "No Rivaini could ever participate in heathen non-Andrastian festivities."

[boneyard_girl]

Ada just grinned, beckoning at her with sugary, sticky fingers. "Ain't you gonna come help?

[good_for_six]

There was no universe in which Isabela "helping" ended in cornflake wreaths.

"What'll you give me if I do?"