"I'm not," Stirring the wet ingredients, Jack gave Johnny a quick nod of acknowledgement. "Royale said it was tradition and when she found out I've never 'done' Christmas before she flipped her teeny fuckin wig."

Making these things by hand was a pain in the ass, but it had been the only way to get the moogle to stop making those awful puppy dog faces. Rolling her wrist a few times, she looked over at the scrap of paper with instructions.

"Apparently, these are ....holiday spice cookies. And Hel is on time out because she tried to pull the 'mommy, look at me' bullshit by jumping on the counter."