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."