As the winter season drew near, Charlie had a grand idea for a friendly competition to boost moral. The staff would have a team bake off, whichever teams cookies turned out the best would be handed out to the hotel guest. The teams were Alastor and Anthony and Vaggie and Nifty. Husk and Charlie were the judges since they wouldn't bias towards one team or another, Husk since he didn't really care, and Charlie because she wanted the competition to be completely fair. Vaggie was fine not having to be on a team with either of the men, Nifty was just happy to be included, and of course the couple were more then delighted to be on the same team.

    Alastor hums a jazzy tune as he puts his hair up in a ponytail and a red apron with 'kiss the cook' tied around his much to thin waist. Anthony wouldn't held himself as he wrapped both sets of arms around Alastor's waist and kisses his neck, taking Alastor by surprise and earning the spider a good slap to the face. "Ow" Anthony wines as he rubs his face, those skinny as arms packed a hell of a punch at times. Alastor stared at him with narrow unsympathetic eyes as he crossed his arms, "honestly darling what were you expecting when sneaking up on me like that? You're lucky I didn't skewer you!" the deer demon lightly scolds his significant other. Anthony couldn't help but chuckle at his boyfriends familiar scolding tone and unamused stare, he'd never got over how much he loved it.

Anthony had no doubt that they would win just with Alastor alone, the man was a cooking demon and no one could dare deny it. Alastor was often the one in the kitchen cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner for everyone, and he cleaned the kitchen, and he prepared the silverware and fuck Al was practically perfect. Maybe Anthony didn't particularly understand his cannibalistic tendencies but that was his thing and he wasn't gonna judge. Alastor was kinda like a housewife when he was being domestic, a thought that would at best land him sleeping on the couch for a month, at worst ending with him having one or two less arms. That said, it definitely didn't stop him from admiring how adorable the buck was with his hair up and a cute apron tied around his petite waist.

After ogling Alastor for long enough, they had to get to work baking, Alastor put Anthony in charge of fetching the ingredients that were a bit to high, what was the point of having a tall boyfriend if he couldn't use him to reach things right? It wasn't like Anthony minded anyways. Alastor focused on mixing the ingredients and putting in the correct amount, not wanting Anthony's fur anywhere near the batter. He continued to hum as he carefully poured the batter as on a pan, Anthony opening the oven and setting the temperature so it could preheat. When it was done preheating Alastor put on oven mitts and carefully placing the pan of unbaked sugar cookies in the oven.

While waiting for the cookies to bake they had to allow the girls to use the kitchen, so they evacuated the kitchen for whatever shit storm was about to happen. While they waited for the girls to be done and the cookies to bake, Anthony sat down on the couch in the lobby sitting Alastor on his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. He put on an old Disney movie since that was one of the few things Alastor could stand-not Bambi though-Alastor nearly had a mental breakdown after the movie hit a bit to close to home for him. Alastor laid against his beloved as he was perched on the arachnids lap, eyes on the screen as the Disney logo flashed on the screen. Anthony smiled fondly as he watched his deer more then he watched the movie, he'd already seen it a hundred times anyways. The way his fluffy tail subtly flicked back and forth as he watched the old film with restraint joy and how his eyes had a small light to them, Anthony was madly in love with this man.

Finally the cookies were done baking and the girls were done with the kitchen, so after letting them cool for awhile, the couple started decorating. They decorated them with frosting of various colors, white, red, green, yellow decorated the fluffy baked cookies. The cookies were shaped like stars, reindeer, Christmas trees, presents, even Santa himself. Red and green sprinkles were expertly sprinkled on them by the expert claw of the radio demon as he calculated the perfect amount of sprinkles. Perhaps they might have ended up with a bit to much dough, which Alastor wasn't completely sure what to do with, though he was sure he could do something with it. Anthony certainly found a use as he dipped his finger in the raw dough and booped Alastor's nose with it, making the deer crinkle his nose in disgust before it quickly became a cookie dough fight.

Eventually, it was finally time for the taste test, Alastor was a competitive piece of shit, so of course he insisted that his and Anthony's cookies be tried first. No one dared deny his request as the large plate of sugar cookies were placed carefully on the table to be tested. Charlie and Husk each picked up a cookie, Charlie taking her time admiring the beautiful treat while Husk just dug in to get it over with. Charlie examined hers a bit longer before finally digging into the delicious sugary treat, her eyes lighting up instantly as the sugar brought paradise to her tastebuds, even Husk eyes momentarily widened at the delicious taste. Nifty and Vaggie did a pretty good job with their cookies too of course, but there was really no competition on which team won.

The cookies were passed around among the few hotel patrons and its staff as they were enjoyed by everyone. Only Alastor didn't take a bite, as sweet things were typically things he didn't much like. Anthony couldn't agree though, as Alastor was probably one of the sweetest things in hell to him, then again, he was probably just being fucking sappy. Sappy or not, he loved Alastor. He shined brighter then any star, cuter then any reindeer, better then any present, and he was damn well redder then fucking Santa. With the cookie competition at a close, Anthony held his deer close, one of their cookies stuffed in his face as he thought: 'we made them together'.