Christmas Cookies

“I didn’t know you had such a knack for baking!” Igor beamed as he looked at the freshly-baked peppermint cookies.

The Doctor chuckled at their partner’s enthusiasm. “You live as long as I have and you’ll eventually get a knack for everything, my dear boy.” 

The pair’s preference for how they liked their cookies showed; one half of the batch was topped with frosting while the other half wasn’t. “I’m just glad I have you to feed.” The Doctor scooped a dollop of spare frosting onto his pointer finger and booped Igor’s nose with it. 

Igor scrunched their face and tried to lick it off, but to no avail.

The Doctor was entertained by their efforts, but eventually gave in and licked it off their nose himself, which prompted a giggle from Igor. The pair thrived in the sweet smell of the freshly baked goods as well as the joy of each other’s company.