How Green Becomes Wood

"You'd know it's not a cookie," She pointed out in turn, "You can feel the shape of a cookie underneath your hands. And you suggested we cover the work space to make clean up easier. If you need a napkin at any point, you'd feel the mess and I can find you one."
 
"I wouldn't underestimate me," Alec said cheerfully. "But if you think you'd rather risk me painting the table or Enkidu's nose, we can all be blindfolded!"

"I'm beginning to rethink letting you decorate cookies at all," Xander said dryly.

Alec held up his hands. "I'm exaggerating!"
 
Dark had been watching the debate quietly and now, at last, spoke up, "So we keep the table covered and keep Enkidu in a different room. He has his bone, I am sure he is completely satisfied."

"Perfect," Daizi said as she cut out the rest of the cookies, making roughly the same number of each shape. "Would you two find some newspaper? I know Dark has some in his shed. We can use spent wrapping paper, too. We have some time before these will be ready to frost but we can get everything ready first."
 
The twins headed out to the shed, soon returning with wads of newspaper and a lot of cheerful bickering. They covered everything up including the floor and made certain there wasn't so much as a tiny gap for anything to seep through.
 
Dark took a risk and placed Ivy in her cradle so he could help and, thankfully, she managed to stay asleep. Meanwhile, since the cookies took about ten minutes to cook, but then needed to cool completely before they could frost them, Daizi got to work on the fatteh, which they were going to use as an appetizer for the party. Meanwhile, Dark went upstairs to find which of Daizi's scarves worked best as blindfolds and then helped the twins to tape down the papers so they wouldn't shift.

After a quick intermission to sort out Ivy's needs, it was finally time to frost the cookies.
 
Xander set up the frostings and made certain everyone had the same amount and they could be easily reached. Then, once everything was set up, he tied on his blindfold.

Alec had already put on his blindfold and was feeling the different cookies and trying to guess what they were. He was doing decently, but he kept confusing snowflakes for trees, especially the broken pieces.
 
Dark put his blindfold on and sat down, wondering if he should mention this was not the first time Daizi had coerced him into participating in an activity blindfolded and, if he did make that comment, if it would immediately be interpreted exclusively in an inappropriate way.

"Okay," Daizi said, "before we start, tell me, how many fingers am I holding up?" She moved like she was going to hold up fingers, but did not actually do so, "And this isn't a race."
 
"My guess is no fingers at all," Xander said. He wasn't even facing Daizi.

Alec snickered. "I don't think that's the right answer, but I'd bet you were right." He reached out carefully and picked up a piping bag. "I forget. Which color is which?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to tell you now, am I?" Xander snorted as he confidently picked up the green and then started feeling around for a tree cookie.
 
Dark picked up a red piping bag, feeling fairly confident he had the colour he wanted, "They are abstract pieces, they're a commentary."

"Oh, a commentary," Daizi teased, even now resting her shoulder against Dark's, since her abilities hadn't even slightly been altered, "I don't even know what designs to make. Aren't bells normally just smooth? Why are bells even associated with Christmas?"

"Something to do with Jesus, probably. I think they normally give angels bells."

"Aren't angels supposed to be big floating rings covered in eyes?" Daizi asked, really just happily frosting her cookies, "We should make some like that. You're free to take off your blindfold to make Biblically accurate angel cookies, babe."
 
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"I've never seen a picture of a halo with eyes," Alec frowned, awkwardly squirting green over an angel. "And angels have harps, not bells."

"Maybe some have bells to go with the harps," Xander suggested. "I don't think these cookies are complicated enough for an accurate anything, but the bells are because of sleighbells. They put them on horse harnesses to announce their approach and for celebrations and stuff. Special occasion kind of thing."

"That sounds nice." Alec touched the edges of his cookie and tried to make sure all the frosting stayed on.
 
"I have a harp," Daizi commented.

"Because you are an angel," Dark immediately replied. Naturally, Daizi made a face at this since 'angel' was not exactly the relationship she and Dark had.

"I only have two eyes and neither work," She laughed, accidentally getting frosting on her hand but quickly wiping it off.

"I don't think anything says they need to," he replied, "and if angels play the harp..."

Again, she laughed, and seizing her moment, dabbed some frosting on his nose since she knew he wouldn't see it coming--literally--"Stop! I don't have the right personality type for that! Your father is bullying me on Christmas!"
 
"I'm with him on this one," Alec said cheerfully, completely missing his next cookie except for one leg of the snowman. "Just because they have eyes doesn't mean they use them, meaning you still fit in."

Xander focused on what he was doing, mostly ignoring the others. "I thought bullying was like your love language to each other," he muttered, outlining a tree in green - decently well but not perfectly - before picking up the red to try to fill in the green outline. He missed a couple of spots.
 
As Dark wiped the frosting from his nose, he couldn't help but chuckle at his wife's protestations. "It is!" She cried, "but only when the joke is--" after struggling for the right word, she said, "I'm not an angel!"

"You are a Biblically accurate angel,"

"You are foul,"

"Be not afraid," He quoted, and had the twins been able to see in that moment, they would have caught him grinning like a fox. His cookies were going fairly well, at least the basic frosting layer was. He had worked out a system of putting frosting directly onto the tray and then putting the cookie upside-down into it. With the use of the butter spreader, he then lifted it and smoothed it out. The result was imperfect but mostly consistent, "At least you are not a Biblically inaccurate angel. Would you prefer that."

Daizi was frosting hers by being extremely tactile as she worked, but that wasn't an uncommon tactic for her. She made a face but then had to confess, "No! I wouldn't prefer that."
 
"You might not be an angel, but you're no demon, either," Xander remarked. "I wonder if I can turn a couple of these angels into demons?"

"No, don't do that!" Alec pleaded. "You'll ruin the happy Christmas theme." He paused. "But if you do, make them green."

"Deal," Xander agreed.
 
"I don't mind a few demons on the tree," Daizi said, "it makes it seem more like our Christmas styling."

"We should have gotten Krampus cookie cutters," Dark commented, evidently irritated at his own oversight.

"You're Krampus, darling," She grinned, and before he had a chance to grumble anything out, she seized her chance to kiss him, knowing just this once the twins wouldn't see it. When she pulled back, she said, "So it's settled, then."
 
The twins focused on their cookies, bantering and trying not to get frosting everywhere. At one point, Alec did try to swipe some frosting onto Xander but missed and hit Dark's arm instead. He apologized and settled down. Neither one of them tried to frost anything other than their cookies after that, but they still enjoyed teasing each other and threatening the safety of the cookies.
 
When Alec frosted him, Dark asked, "Why is everyone frosting me?" but besides that, he and Daizi took a similar path to the twins, although they fought for their lives to keep from flirting too egregiously.

When all the cookies were frosted, Daizi took it on herself to grant them permission to remove their blindfolds, and then realized the flaw in in the plan was she still couldn't see everyone's creations, so she couldn't laugh at the mess with them. Her own set were fairly well done, under the circumstances, and showed both inexperience with cookie decorating and experience with working without sight.

Dark was horrified by the mess he had made in his station but was pleased to see his designs were not too awful compared to how he thought they'd turn out.
 
Alec frowned and squinted in the sudden brightness. "Who swapped out my cookies for terrible Picasso impressions?" His cookies were an absolute disaster. More frosting had ended up on the papered table than the cookies themselves.

Xander just snickered at him. "Oh, come on, they aren't that bad!" His were not horrible. Well, not horrible for a blindfolded person who had started to get the hang of decorating. They were not quite as good as Dark's since half the time he forgot to add on the base coat, but still recognizable as Christmas cookies.
 
"How do mine look?" Daizi asked, collecting her scarves again.

"They look wonderful. You are covered with frosting, though," Dark pointed out, getting up to bring her a wet paper towel. Although she had wiped the frosting off her hands as she worked, it still stained her fingers slightly, but it was nothing an actual hand washing wouldn't fix, "This was fun. They are cute cookies."

"And really what matters is how they taste. Thank you, Goose. Hey, are you both planning to help make the American side of Christmas dinner?" She asked, "Dark has to shower and make the biryani, so I can clean up in here while the rest of the food gets started."
 
"Absolutely!" Alec said cheerfully. "We have a turkey breast, stuffing, and green bean casserole!"

"It's hard to tell the difference between Christmas and Thanksgiving foods," Xander said with a shrug. "Other than I think ham and goose are more prevalent for Christmas."

"And we have eggnog!"

"And we have eggnog."
 
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