December 5th – Gingerbread
For as long as she could remember, Su had enjoyed baking. She wouldn't consider herself excellent a cook, but after years of practice, she liked to believe her gingerbread cookies were at least decent.
Neither Lin nor her mother had ever proven particularly keen on helping out in the past, though, and she doubted Kuvira would turn out any differently.
However, when the younger woman suddenly appeared among specks of flour, an apron tightly tied around her waist, Suyin was pleasantly refuted.
'I thought you didn't like baking?' Su asked timidly, as Kuvira tied her dark hair in a loose bun.
'I don't,' the latter replied, 'but I couldn't let you slave away in the kitchen on your own. Besides,' she added, her fingers wrapping around Su's as they both began kneading the dough, 'I'm sure we can come up with something enjoyable to do in the kitchen.'