[ Wow, yes, tell him to keep his hands out of the cookie jar. That'll show him. They may all have their fun little treaties right now, but all's fair in matters of the heart and stomach.
The mistletoe seems generous enough to let him move forward at least (they did technically need to get close—), and so he's by Archer's side in a flash. And one of the cookie mounds now has a nice divot where Lancer's swiped at it.
He licks the dough off his finger, breaking into a grin against it. ]
Hey, this is pretty good—!
[ The compliment's genuine, as is the obnoxious glint in his eye. ]
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The mistletoe seems generous enough to let him move forward at least (they did technically need to get close—), and so he's by Archer's side in a flash. And one of the cookie mounds now has a nice divot where Lancer's swiped at it.
He licks the dough off his finger, breaking into a grin against it. ]
Hey, this is pretty good—!
[ The compliment's genuine, as is the obnoxious glint in his eye. ]