#ellexwolf

➤ naega-wolf-geurae-wolf

"Don’t worry, I’ll love you no matter how fat you get."

Leaning over as she took the utensils out from under the cabinet, Giselle set them all down on the table neatly, treating each instrument with the respect it deserved. They had, after all, been with her for some years now, and they served her well. Better to keep them in good condition so they could work for the coming years. Glancing behind her with an amused grin, she nodded her head happily and walked with purpose over to her bag, reaching in and grabbing her beloved red apron. 

         "Do we really have to leave cookies for Santa?"

         ”Of course we have to. I mean, yours don’t need to be for him, but mine are.” she answered, taking a moment to tie her long hair back so nothing got into the cookies that wasn’t wanted. Reaching back in for another object, she pulled out a second apron and gently held it out to the other. "Here," she started. "I wasn’t sure if you had one, so I brought an extra just in case."

         Clapping her hands, she looked towards the other and tilted her head. “So, ready to start?”

Some might wonder what in the hell was Cordelia Ostrów, doing making Christmas cookies. It wasn't like her to be so open about her festivity over such a holiday, but this, definitely beat staying tucked away in her dorm all day and she didn't mind much. After all, cookies were good, and the growling of her stomach indicates hunger

"Good," the girl muses, taking the apron extended in her direction, she gives the other a pleased smile, "because all my cookies are for me!" Cordelia somewhat jokes as she ties her hair in a messy ponytail—she still hasn't mastered the art of tying her hair up since becoming human, but she assumes her skills will do for now. Pushing up her sleeves, rubbing her hands together in determination not to screw this up.

"I was born ready." Cordelia reaches for the already open sack of four. Hands dropping it a little to hard in front of her, a small white cloud hits her face as it naturally scrunches in defense. "whoops," the girl laughs, whipping the mess off of her face.