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The doorbell rings and his boots rest on the wooden floor.

You were in the kitchen, apron on, baking cookies while a soft Christmas tune played.

"Hey, cupcake..." Vi Mummer hugs you, playing with the bows on her apron. Her breath smells like candy canes.

"What are you doing?" she asks, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Cookies…” you hum, earning a nod in response from the redheaded Zauntie.

As she does so, Vi moves to the pockets of her red jacket, holding a mistletoe.

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