Jason couldn’t bake to save his life. Sure he could take on monsters and gods alike, no problem. But baking? That was not in his skill set.

He was making Christmas cookies with you, and failing miserably, in his opinion.

Whenever he tried to use the cookie cutters on the dough, the dough would tear and he couldn’t fix it, so all the cookies he made looked like lumps. Frosting was worse, much worse. His hands were coated in the stuff.

But he’d deal with it, because he got to spend time with you.