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Prompt: Cookies
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on this winter's night
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"I've got something holiday themed we could do, my lovely master chef."
Oliver turned from the window to face her, his expression politely bemused. When Felicity simply tilted her head at him, he raised a brow in return.
"You, do your thing by actually, you know, making the cookies," she explained, "then I'll do my thing, by making them all pretty looking."
"Sure you don't want to help me bake your cookies?" he teased and laughed loudly when Felicity sent him a mock-annoyed look.
"Not my cookies, our cookies!" Felicity turned back at him, wiggling her fingers at him. "Test your skill by making different holiday shapes, my love, and then I'll do the hard work with colored frosting."
Oliver gazed at her in open-mouth shock, his blue eyes wide. It was a look Felicity so rarely got to witness and loved it every time he wore it. Though, to be fair, she was no stranger to the look in their bedroom, or any other room really, during their long vacation from Star City.
"T-the hard work?" demanded Oliver, his deep voice incredulous. "Honey, you think decorating cookies is harder than baking them?"
She didn't even bother to hide her snort. "How hard is it to burn them? For me? That's easy."
He laughed loud in shock, his head thrown back, and when the beautiful sound quieted, Oliver huffed out a last few chuckles with a smile just for her and soft happy eyes.
"Alright," he agreed almost helplessly, "let's make holiday cookies."
"Let's," she said happily, kissing his jaw as he led her into the kitchen with a warm hand on her lower back.
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[End]