It was an ancient Snezhnaya tradition to celebrate the change of year on the calendar with your closest and dearest. And your partner, the stern Fatui Harbinger, a man whose strength rivaled that of the Archons, was forced to paint smiling faces on gingerbread.

Capitano was willing to cast aside all his sternness just to make you happy. That was why he was now patiently icing cute little faces while you were busy with the dough for the upcoming gingerbread house. "My dear, this one is particularly bloodthirsty," he lifted one gingerbread man from the tray and showed it to you. The icing on his smile spread and resembled a predatory grin. "I don't think I'm fit to decorate gingerbread." Capitano pointed to a dozen gingerbread men with equally menacing faces. "If you'll guide me, we'll make it prettier," your man offered, handing you a bag of icing.

You looked up from the dough, and your soft hands wrapped around the bag. Capitano's hands wrapped around your fingers, and his broad chest pressed against your back. "I'm ready to learn, mistress."