Cookie Decorating Table
≃310 wordsRosselia entered the great hall; it took her a moment to realize what was going on—there were Christmas decorations, a tree, festive colors... and cookies. There were three tables: one for cookies, one for decorations, and one for Christmas cards. She knew perfectly well it wasn't Christmas yet, but she thought it was a fun idea to join in. She couldn't resist the cookies, so she went over to take in their sweet aroma. She tasted one, hearing a cheerful "Merry... early Christmas!" as she did.
The cook at home didn't make cookies(only once,or 2 times), but Rosselia had once seen a recipe book—and next to it, atempting display of cookies that could only have been created by the one person she knew who would do such a thing: her little sister. Indeed, her sister was there to surprise her, jumping out with a "Boo!" Her sister’s projects often ended in chaos, but her intentions were always good; she believed in trying again and again until she got it right. "Taste this!" she said. Sure enough, while the shape wasn't perfect, actualy looking a little weird, they tasted delicious…(exept there was a litle tu much sugar) though neither of them had any idea what to do about the mess in the kitchen. They decided to bake more cookies together to make everyone happy, despite the disarray
In any case, she tried another cookie—one of her favorite flavors, which was less sugary than hersister's—and set to work. She shaped them into perfect circles and created flawless decorations. After several attempts—eating the failed ones along the way—she produced a huge batch, each decorated with things she loved, playing with shapes, colors, and flavors.She did’nt eat too much knowing that if she did she wil have no hunger for dinner for example
Who would she give cookies to? She would see.
𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪
Cookie Decorating Table
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What had started as a funn activity between Chatt and him as friends, had turned quickly into something far more serious for Clark. He let his eyes drift towards Chatt more often, than actually drawing lines. Clark just wanted to make sure that it fitted the lines he just squeezed out of the pipebag, Ofcourse Chatt‘s hair had taken the longest to make. This boy really had hair stiking out in every direction in combination with his slightly curls. However Clark wouldn‘t want to change a thing about this appearance, because this was Chatt. And Clark liked this bubbly and very cute boy for who he was. Also someone who tried talking to him about something called Rainbow dash. What was that? Clark didn‘t knew and he didn‘t bother asking Chatt about it. He would probably explain it to Clark either ways.
While his mind was spiraling around Chatt, he continued his cookie making. Adding the brow above the eye. The profile came together. Decoration after decoration.
After finishing it, he set a final touch to the cookie, by writing Chatt‘s name next to the head.
After setting the pipe bag down, he examined his cookie for a few seconds. It was oddly detailed, as Clark noticed now. Much more detailed than a Cookie probably should be, but who cared. The fact that it somehow looked like Chatt, made Clark feel more pleased than he would say out loud.
Only than, Chatt pulled him out of his examination, with announcing he was done and showing his creation to Clark.
His eyes dropped to the cookie, than wandered upward to meet Chatt‘s gaze. And than back down to the cookie.
There he was, on a brown cookie, or well Chatt‘s interpretation of him.
Everything about this cookie was a bit exaggerated. Everything was simplified into a few dark lines. His name had been written next to the creation aswell, in Chatt‘s all known handwriting. As if he was afraid Clark wouldn‘t have recognised who he wanted to make.
For several seconds Clark didn‘t say anything and simply starred at the cookie.
Than a smile appeared. It wasn‘t a wide one. Clark rarely smiled widely. But it was unmistakably. It was a smile. There was something really fascinating about seeing himself through someone else‘s eyes. He was used to mirrors, photographs, even those odd hand painted portraits, that hung in the Stellan estate. This was something entirely different. This was a creation of someone, of Chatt looking at him.
This fact was the thing that stung mostly. While looking at the simple outlines of the drawn hair, his hair went up to go through his own hair.
“Does my hair really look like this?“
It was a question asked out of curiosity. He than lifted his gaze again, and his eyes met Chatt‘s again. The other boy was probably still waiting for an answer from him.
“It‘s good…I really like it. A splendid catching of my persona.“
He really liked it. Not because it was especially accurate, but because it was unmistakably Chatt‘s. Slightly messy, Overconfident, and full of personality. something that spoke for Chatt. Maybe that was, what Clark liked about it the most. Chatt made something for him, in his own way.
Now he hoped Chatt would like his creation aswell.Clark took the cookie and gently laid it next to the cookie with his face on it.
“I hope you like it. I really struggled with your messy hair, but I tried.“, he said, looking at Chatt.
“No excuse though to come for me, for not getting every curl right.“
He slightly nudged Chatt‘s shoulder with his, a slightly bigger smile on his lips this time.
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"𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓌ℯ 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃?"- 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃