The two of you were working together, but not on the same thing. You were baking sugar cookies, and he was baking double chocolate, because it was “dark and evil like his soul”. Nightmare wasn’t exactly the jolliest during festive times.

Are you almost done? I’m getting ready to put mine in the oven. We should bake ours together, because there’s enough space to.

The other glanced at you as he spoke, his eye going down to examine your work, checking to make sure you did it correctly.