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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[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."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snickered softly, crossing the distance in order to press a sugary kiss against Anders' cheek. "I dunno. Lookin' pretty good from here."

Nothing helped you bury a whole lot of family fucked-up like watching all your chosen family members having a good time.

[not_every_mage]

"You're just saying that because you want me to give you cookies," Anders teased lightly, and turned his head to brush his lips against Dante's.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You can't prove anything," Dante mock-whispered, sliding his arms around Anders' waist.

And kissed Anders, because who'd waste an opportunity like this?

[not_every_mage]

"Bet you I can," Anders whispered back, and relaxed into the kiss. "Mmm, you taste like marshmallows."

[rebelseekspizza]

"They're tasty," Dante said, grinning at him. "You could just stop makin' cookies and we'll eat all the stuff that goes in 'em."

[not_every_mage]

"There's better stuff than marshmallows to eat if we're doing that," Anders said gesturing to the bag of chocolate chips on the counter.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned, sliding past him to go check out the chips. "You know it's dangerous leaving shit like this lying around in a house with Isabela in it," he said. "She's gonna go for all that booty."

Sure, Isabela was the one raiding the chips right now.

[not_every_mage]

"It's not her fault. You know what they say," Anders said, squeezing Dante's butt with his less-sticky hand. "You should never trust a pirate around booty."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante tossed him a wink, snagging a hand full of chips before he returned to Anders' side.

"And we got a lot of pretty booty in this house," he said. "Maybe should've thought this one through before we let her in."

[not_every_mage]

"Why?" Anders asked, resting his hand on the side of Dante's ass. "Are you worried she'll go after your booty?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Or yours," Dante said, smirking at him. "Or Kathy's..."

[not_every_mage]

"It's the holidays," Anders smirked back. "Isn't that all about sharing booty with those less fortunate?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hey, if the booty isn't complaining," Dante said, and now it was his turn to swat Anders' ass.

And look, kissing the cook was just tradition, right?

[not_every_mage]

"Mmmm," Anders said against Dante's mouth, baking project forgotten for a second. "This is going to turn into a show if you keep kissing me like that."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You think anybody in this house would mind?" Dante asked, smirking slightly. "Sounds like a great way to get an orgy started."

[not_every_mage]

"True. I'm almost going to be disappointed if we don't have at least one orgy before the new year," Anders laughed.

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's not cheating if we're all in on it," Dante said merrily.