Although Chloe didn’t have the years of practice that Maddie did when it came to decorating, her cookies were adorable. She had every bit of faith that if she wanted to perfect it someday, she could. Having fun was the most important thing though; except if the baked goods were for a client. Cozying up at her place for the holidays and baking with her bestie was about as good as it got. Any place with Chloe, she knew she was in for fun. “Oh my gosh, those are so cute!” Maddie squealed as she noticed two of the cookies holding hands. “Is that us? Because I totally see it.”

Taking Chloe’s lead, Maddie also dropped some marshmallows into her mug before lifting it to her lips for a tentative taste. She’d taken the tiniest sip because it was still very hot. Maddie didn’t have much patience when it came to sweets, so she was always burning her tongue from scalding coffee or tea, or cookies. Carefully, she blew on the drink as she hummed approvingly at Chloe’s answer. “Great choice! You know I’d go with! And yeah, we definitely need a miracle to get ahold of some of those.” Maddie wasn’t even sure what she wanted. “Oof,” she thought aloud. “I honestly don’t know. To bring Elvis back from the dead? I mean, we did say magical,” she teased. “I really just want my dad to be happy. Kenji and I are trying to play matchmaker with our parents.” Just because Maddie was jaded about love didn’t mean her father didn’t deserve a second chance.

Chloe grinned as Maddie looked over her work, giving an excited nod. “It’s us! We’re on our way to a Christmas market.” She’d always wanted to go to the Christmas markets in Vienna and Cologne. Maybe next year she and Maddie could make a trip to one. “I’d add scarves but I don’t want to ruin our faces.” Chloe wasn’t sure she could control her piping bag so close to the other blobs of icing. 

“We would have so much fun!” Chloe balled her fists and shook them in excitement, but then sighed and shook her head. “Stupid tickets being impossible to get.” She swirled her hot chocolate and blew on it before sipping, frowning when all the half melted marshmallows swam to the other side. “That would be pretty magical! What era of Elvis would you prefer he come back as?” She asked. She wasn’t super knowledgeable about it, though she had caught a few movies with Maddie and knew the most famous hits. “You’re not! Oh my god. What are you going to do? Keep getting them to hang out?”