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Marinette stands on a stool looking around the kitchen with her hands on her hips in front of the counter covered with baking ingredients. Damian watches for a moment before he comes up from behind her, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around before setting her down for a kiss.
Pulling back he asked her, “What did you bring all these ingredients for? I thought we already made cookies?”
Turning back towards the counter she nodded, “Yes, but we only made chocolate chip cookies. Now we are going to make sugar cookies to decorate! I brought some cookie cutters for fun shapes too!”
Smiling at her excitement, Damian leans onto the counter, listening attentively as she explains how the sugar cookies need to be mixed.
When she finishes, she straightens up clapping her hands together as she goes into her baker mode. "Alright, first things first. Sugar and butter. We need to mix these until we have a nice creamy texture. It should take about 3-4 minutes, maybe 5 since we are doubling the recipe."
Damian helps Marinette measure out the sugar as she cubes up the butter.
Swiping the butter into the mixer, Marinette watches for a second before turning around to arrange the next set of steps.
She tells Damian to measure some vanilla into a bowl, as she cracks the eggs then watches and waits for the butter and sugar mix to reach the right consistency.
Damian is shooed away to measure the correct amount of dry ingredients into a bowl. He counts 4 teaspoons of baking powder, a full teaspoon of salt, then 6 cups of white flour, sifting as he goes.
By the time he finishes, Marinette has already finished adding the vanilla and eggs to the mix, and started to get out some trays and parchment paper for when the dough is complete. Leaving the kitchen to check for her missing cookie cutters in her bag, she calls out to Damian over her shoulder, "Add the dry ingredients in carefully, okay. I'm going to check my purse for the Christmas shaped cutters."
Damian hums absentmindedly, stirring his bowl of dry powders together. After a few moments, he finally processes what his girlfriend has said, and walks over to the mixer to add his bowl of flour, salt, and baking powder.
Lifting up the whole bowl, he gently shakes it to add flour to the mix. Instead, he ends up with a face full of flour as the entirety of the dry ingredients had fallen into the still turning mixer.
Marinette walks in to see him standing there shocked, still covered in flour.
Bursting into laughter, she says, "I thought I told you to mix it in carefully. Did you dump all 6 cups of flour in at once?"
"I thought it would fall in slowly! I didn't realize that it would all go in together." He looks away, a little embarrassed at his mistake.
"It's alright. We'll just add in a couple extra pinches of flour before we roll out the dough."
***
Marinette had taken over the kitchen after his small blunder with the flour, missing together the frosting as he cut the cookies. He was then pushed out of the kitchen with the excuse to "go find your brothers and see if any of them want to help decorate cookies" and that the only thing to do as the cookies baked, was to wait.
Now, about an hour later, he was finally called back into the kitchen to help decorate the cookies. Sadly, he was not alone, and both Drake and Todd followed him into the kitchen.
Seeing the boys, Marinette started to explain her current setup of the kitchen, gesturing as she mentioned certain items and stations. "Over there I have the frosting divided out into piping bags. If you want to make the frosting smooth or add a cool swirl in, the toothpicks are right behind the piping bags. Sprinkles are over on the other counter. And cookies are on the island. They should all be cool by now but start with the tree shaped ones. Those were out first."
***
That night, after dinner, Alfred brought out some of the cookies and everyone exclaimed over them, thanking Marinette for the festive cookies, and then ended up thanking him and his brother as well when Marinette told them they had helped.
She had just begun telling a short anecdote from earlier in the kitchen when Damian stopped her by stating that he wished to help make cookies another time, this time with more experience.
To which he got a blinding smile and a cheery, "Of course! I'll bring something around in a week or two for us to bake."