She'd been eyeing the table of goodies by the bonfire all night, but Reese had been so caught up mingling and enjoying the open circle she hadn't had a second to peruse the offerings yet. Mostly, she was excited for spiced cider, but at the other end of the table where the baked goods were lined up neatly in a colorful display, she thought she spotted the outline of a familiar figure from the back. "Hey, Sterling!" Opting to put the cider on the backburner for now in order to do even more mingling – she'd get to that warm brewed goodness sooner or later, eventually – the girl trotted herself over to Beau's side, pointing out the sugar cookies. "Don't tell me you made some of these? I wasn't gonna indulge myself but I might have to if you had anything to do with the setup here." She always remembered the details of people — clients, neighbors, family friends. Even the ones that seemed unimportant or uninteresting. Not because she made it a point to befriend people, particularly, but it often was a side effect of being an extremely observant person. And one of the first things she'd memorized about Beau from all those times of finishing his daughters' half-eaten cookies when they'd gotten into them during her babysitting days, was how absolutely ethereal his kitchen skills were. "Or, did I happen to catch you writing a review in your head? Let me guess, all sparkle, no substance? On second thought, don't tell me. It'll ruin my holiday spirit," she teased.
