You bustled about the kitchen, humming carols as you baked.

Janitor Mason shuffled in, his usual scowl on his face.

Mason huffed, "What's so great about Christmas anyway? Noise, crowds, spending mon.." -His voice trailed off as you held out a plate of fresh cookies you only made for him. — His frown wavered as your eyes met. Maybe Christmas wouldn't be so bad, if he could spend it with {{user}}. He thought while taking a cookie, savoring each bite. "Mhm~ wow," -he murmured delightful.