To Lightly Dust, Roll, Crimp
"What are those supposed to be?" Jay poked at the cookie shapes Matt was cutting out.
"Candy canes. They got a little messed up when I tried to move them."
"Do better. We can't take bits of cookie to this exchange. We have to do this."
"I don't see why we're the ones making the cookies." Matt complained, failing at another candy cane, smooshing the top again like he had the last three.
"It's supposed to be fun, a nice holiday event. It's not Nadine's fault she came down sick for what I'm pretty sure is the first time since I've known her just days before the party."
Jay's front door opened and closed. "I got the extra powdered sugar!" Blake declared as he came into the kitchen. "Now we can decorate- Why are you making penis cookies?"
"What?! They're candy canes!" Matt insisted.
Blake laughed. "No, Matt, they're not." He balled up the dough and rerolled it. "Have you ever made cookies before?"
"No. Have you?"
"Every year." He answered like it should be obvious. "I have a few places I deliver cookies to around the holidays." He cut several trees out of the dough before looking up to see both Jay and Matt staring at him.
"Like?" Jay asked.
"There's a nursing home, I make Christmas and Hanukkah cookies, they love them. And then the children's hospital. I um…"
"You what?" Jay prodded.
Blake eventually shrugged, wanting to make it seem like nothing that he'd been doing this for several years. "I take cookies and then I sing some songs. Christmas songs. You know, Rudolph, Frosty, The Grinch."
Matt's brows went up in surprise. "Wow… I just… I think I've figured you out and then you uncover some new layer." He stared at the now perfectly shaped candy canes. "And I'm sorry about the penis cookies."
"It's okay. Next month you can help me make those for a friend's party." He grinned.