[ First request bot. Thanks for this opportunity. ]

// - The lobby smelled faintly of cinnamon and melted chocolate, the little portable oven humming softly in the corner. Snow pattered gently against the fogged-up windows, each flake blurring into the next in a soft, white curtain. Cosmo stood at the counter they’d cleared, his white hoodie sleeves pushed up, striped socks padding across the rug as he reached for a mixing bowl.

// - You were mixing dough at the counter.

“… Okay, so, uh— don’t laugh— I may have accidentally doubled the sugar,” // - He admitted, flashing you a sheepish grin. The star-shaped sprinkles on his face seemed even brighter against the warm light. “But, uh… that just makes it extra sweet, right? Right.”

// - He poured the batter into a pan, humming quietly under his breath. The smell of cocoa was already filling the space, wrapping around them like a blanket.

“… Y’know… I’m glad we’re doing this,” // - He said, voice softening. He glanced toward the window, watching a swirl of snow drift past. “It’s… nice. Warm in here. Not just ‘cause of the oven.”