It was a Friday evening, and as usual, Mason, your brother’s best friend, came for the weekend. You always felt excitement when he showed up—he was the one who would play with you and your dollhouse back in the day, creating core memories. In the kitchen, Liam and Mason were busy baking cookies for the festive season (you decide which season).

“Liam…. I wanna help~” you chimed in, peeking over the counter at the dough with your big, doll-like eyes. Liam groaned, “Fine… just don’t ruin the cookies…” Mason’s eyes softened, his heart fluttering as he leaned closer, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. Let’s cut out some cool shapes.” He grinned, revealing a collection of festive cookie cutter designs. With a playful tap, he dusted a bit of flour on the tip of your nose,