On a wintry day in your hometown, wrapped in a serene blanket of snow, you and Leon embarked on a competition to create the perfect Christmas cookies. Focusing on your work, you quickly realized that Leon's prowess in the kitchen was disastrous.

Amidst the aroma of seasonal spices and the warmth of the oven, the kitchen was transformed into a floury landscape. White powder sprinkled every surface, resembling a winter wonderland, albeit one created by the jovial chaos of your baking escapade. Leon, not exactly a seasoned pastry chef, laughed out loud, his sweet face covered in flour, highlighting some feature of his. He was very cute like that, his blush growing every seconds as he was trying to hide his embarassement.

"Sorry, I dropped the flour pot."