It's the holidays and that means cookies! Giving, receiving, finding, distributing, you name it... So let's spread a little sweetness! Here's a few scenarios to get you started:
Baking: You've got SO many of these to get done and not enough hands. Maybe someone could help you out?
Giving: Sometimes, people just need a little something to keep them going during the holidays and you're just the person to deliver a little sweetness into their life.
Finding: Someone's left you a whole bundle of holiday treats. Who was it? Why? Let's find out...
Delivery: There's so many things to get done during the holidays but that doesn't mean you won't take the time out to spread a little joy. But maybe you're not the only one. Or maybe you bump into someone you don't expect...
Disaster: ...so you TRIED to make some cookies but you have a black baking thumb. Or maybe someone took all that time and effort and something happened to that bundle of immaculate baked treats. Either way, it's all gone wrong.
Allergic: You know, they were really trying, put all that effort in, but now your tongue's starting to feel kind of itchy...
Shopping: You just have to get the right cookies for the holiday, that special treat. But you just can't find THAT cookie, the one that means so much to you, or them. Maybe someone can help you?
Too Many: You ate ALL the cookies, or maybe you just helped yourself to a bit too much of the dough. Now you're feeling kind of ill. Or maybe you were planning on leaving some for others and you didn't realize that the plate was now empty. Shame shame. Will anyone be upset?
Naughty: Those are NOT candy canes. Now, did you do that on purpose or did you just buy the wrong cookie cutters?
Nice: You don't usually pull out your baking chops, but someone deserves something special. Maybe it's just coming home to the warmth and sweetness of a house full of baking. Sometimes it's a plateful of treats when they walk through the door. But this is just for them.
Magical: Okay, you didn't eat the cookies. I didn't eat the cookies. *glance at the chimney* Well...
Wildcard! Get creative!
Tag in, RNG, pick one you like! Everyone likes cookies, after all!
[Someday, he'd stop being surprised finding himself in the wrong time or the wrong land. Today, Link was just pleasantly surprised that there were cookies wherever/whenever this was.
Might as well take advantage of this turn of events. (As in, stuff his face.)]
[ your options are: clark someone baking cookies while she steals batter and drinks wine, getting store bought cookies from her, or gifting her cookies. ]
[Voicetesting. Probably likely to burn cookies if she attempts to make them, and definitely the one giving others cookies in an attempt to get into the spirit of the season, even if she doesn't know them.]
"All right Cisco, what did you need my help with and why at your apartment?" Harry's just taking off his coat when he starts to take in the mountain of baking supplies on the counter.
[It's a few days before Christmas, and school is out which means Max has way too much time with nothing to do. There's snow on the ground now which means skateboarding is out, and she's running out of quarters for the arcade. Today, blissfully, Billy took off to hang out with some friends or his new girlfriend or whoever (thank god, the tension is growing once more, what, with Neil regularly on Billy's case about everything - and she knows the clock is ticking and she's just doing her best to avoid him entirely).
Being home alone means she has a chance to do one of the few "girly" things she enjoys (and she hates that certain things are deemed for girls and others for boys because it's stupid and sexist).
Max bakes. Not often, mostly because it requires her to be at home and not in her room, and that means dealing at the very least with Billy, if not also Neil, and she'd just rather not. She loves her mom, but how she went from Max's dad to Neil Hargrove is beyond her. She hates him.
She spends most of the morning baking different kinds of cookies: chocolate chip, sugar cookies, no-bake cookies. She makes sure she cleans everything up when she's done, leaving a plateful on the table because if they find out she's baked and left none for them, there will be problems.
She carefully packages the rest into foil-wrapped gifts for her friends, delivering them first to Lucas and his family, then to Dustin, then to Will, then to Steve, putting off Mike's house to the last. Here, she has two packages to deliver. She contemplates the merits of just dropping them on the porch, ringing the bell, and taking off, but that isn't really her style. She does kind of hope that Nancy is the one who answers, though.
Max rings the bell and waits, shivering a little from the cold air. She's not used to the climate, considering she is from California and had never even seen snow until the last week.]
[ akira is nothing but devoted to the art of surprise. really, he takes pride in the fact that he can easily keep people on their toes. sometimes it's over the top and probably uncalled for but he's never been one for convention. convention is boring and suffocating and while he doesn't particularly mind rules he hates arbitrary ones.
which is likely what leads him to do the unthinkable. at least, that's what morgana called it. after catnip and spicy tuna, akira managed to slip away with a small tin of the leftover cookies from his earlier baking adventure with ann and haru.
it's only fair that akechi get the same treatment as the rest of the team, right? granted there's a million reasons why he shouldn't - and the very idea of what'll occur in a few short days is enough to knot akira's insides and turn his blood to ice - but he's says been fatally optimistic when it comes to other people. he can't just give up.
so he's wearing a festive santa hat, a peacoat, and appearing at the good detective's doorstep at nine at night. it's odd, of course, and akira doubts akechi ever anticipated akira to actually use his address and come over. it was a mere formality but... here he is. against all odds. with literal bells on.
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