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]

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.