"Hey, in my defense, I had too much sugar, alright?!"
have yourself a merry little christmas: closed!
adara’s gaze lands on the seemingly spotless stainless steel bowl on the kitchen counter then on the also spotless whisk and finally on the cookie crumbs by the corner of suho’s mouth and she immediately knows what has transpired in the ten minutes she was away. the older boy is practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he tries to keep still and really, it doesn’t take much else to let adara know that he was about a cookie away from going into a sugar coma.
“of course, it’s definitely the sugar’s fault as to why all the cookies i had baked disappeared into thin air.” she says, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “i guess santa has to wait until the next batch are made.”











