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“Don’t get me wrong, your aunt can still bake circles around me. But I think even Hilda would be impressed by latest creation...” Mike placed a tray in front of Ambrose; on it, were two glasses of hot chocolate, piled high with whipped cream and crushed cookies, and a plate of gingerbread men. He’d painstakingly iced each cookie, giving each one a custom bowtie and a set of small fangs. “You have to eat the cookies alongside the hot chocolate.
“Having just one in isolation won’t work.” He wrapped a blanket around Ambrose’s shoulders. “What the hell were you doing out in that storm, anyway?”













