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“Come on, come on, come on,” Parker said, following Hardison around the apartment. “It’s Christmas! We have to make a gingerbread house!”
“You might, but I don’t,” he retorted, shooting a glance at the theif. She was sporting a Christmas sweater and a pair of felt antlers along with an impressive pout.
“It will go better if we all do it together. Get in the holiday spirit!” She punched him in the arm.
Hardison rubbed at the spot. “Why don’t you go ask Eliot?”
“Already did,” she said. “He agreed because he wants to make sure the gingerbread is edible this year. Come on!”
“Of course he did,” he muttered. “Fine, but I’m not helping decorate.”
Parker hugged his arm and grinned up at him. “Yes you are.”
“Okay, yes I am,” he said immediately before he was pulled into the kitchen where Eliot was waiting.
“Edible gingerbread this year, Parker,” Eliot warned as he tied on an apron. “I almost broke a tooth on last years.”
“Looked pretty though,” she said with a shrug.
“Could’ve used it as a weapon.”
“I think you did use it as a weapon,” Hardison chimed in. “Hit me with it.”
Eliot laughed. “That’s right, I did.”
“Let’s definitely go for edible and not a bludgeoning tool this year,” Hardison said.
“You’re no fun,” Parker said.
“Plenty of other bludgeoning tools around,” Eliot reminded her.
“Very true!”
“I hate you both,” Hardison said.
Parker rose up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “No you don’t.”
She dropped back down and rubbed her hands together, smile bordering on maniacal. “Now, let’s get baking!”