[ childe blinks on seeing the pot, his cheeks dusting red as he realizes just what he had started to do. ] Ah, Xiansheng… you… [ he chuckles, reaching to swipe that flour across the bridge of his nose, a kiss being given right after. ] They are really important, since it’s one of the few times I can usually take off and go home.

Honestly… anything made from the heart is perfect, and this is something made from the heart. But everything came back, thankfully… [ which he’s extremely happy about. ] I thought we could make dinner, cookies, and then find and decorate a tree.