On Thin Ice ☰ Dreamnotfound

☰ɴɪɴᴇ - ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ☰

"I don't trust either of you, what's with those faces?" George asked as he walked through his front door after having been sent out for a "very important shopping trip". His eyes rested on Dream's chest, where a large snowman-shaped piece of fabric laid, then towards Cara's who was wearing her own one which was green and red striped. "And why are you guys wearing aprons...?"

Cara grabbed her younger brother by the arm, yanking him into the house. She paid no mind to the bags in his hands despite knowing that one of them contained a container of eggs. After all, she had been the one who forced him out on his shopping trip to begin with.

"Quit being clueless, it's the twenty third! Christmas eve is tomorrow and we still haven't baked anything at all." She dropped his arm only to swoop down and take the bags from his grasp. With a nod from Cara towards Dream, George felt a pair of steady hands wrap around him from behind, working their way across his chest and slipping an apron that looked like a reindeer over his head. George tensed at the touch, not even daring to do so much as breathe, until Dream's hands left his torso and he was out of George's personal bubble.

"There are certain things you have to do during the holiday season, and baking cookies is just a given." Cara switched on her phone, connecting it to a Bluetooth speaker as she continued. "We have a tree, lights are strung outside, we've watched movies—or rather, a movie, because some people decided it would be nice to just fall asleep all cuddled up together after the first one." George smacked his sister in the arm, sending a glare that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than 'Shut the fuck up'.

Cara playfully stuck her tongue out, fingers swiping across the cool phone screen in her hand. After connecting to a radio station that was playing Christmas music, she continued.

"I had you go out and get the basics like eggs, milk, flour, while Dream and I looked through some of our old recipe books!"

"And Google!"

"And Google... mainly Google because these books are useless," Cara added, with a chuckle, nodding at Dream's input. "We found chocolate chip, sugar, peanut butter, snickerdoodle—you name it, we found a recipe."

George just looked down at his chest where the dark brown apron now hung from his neck and clasped around his abdomen. After inspecting the fabric while waiting to determine whether or not Cara was finished or not—he decided she was—he looked back up to start speaking for himself.

"You're the only person I know that can make a speech out of wanting to bake cookies, oh my God." A light wheeze sounded from George's side and he smiled at the sight of his friend's amusement. When he laughed his whole face was akin to something light and goofy. His eyes squinted and the creases crinkled, leaving loveable lines beside them. George wished he could reach out and touch them, maybe be able to hold his face for just a second, but that would be weird. And besides, they were here to bake cookies, not have odd and unrequited fantasies about how God damn good looking his friend managed to be even while doubling over with boisterous laughter.

"Well? What are we starting with?" George asked as he watched Cara start going through his shopping bags. Placing various items on the counter, she went to respond with a shrug.

"It depends, usually I would say sugar first because decorating is the most—" Cara paused both her movements and her words, the bags empty. "George, do you have another bag somewhere?"

"No...?"

"Shit!" She groaned, scanning over everything she had placed on the counter as if to will whatever she was looking for there. "We don't have any chocolate chips."