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Lio knew how to make dango and mochi. He didn’t know how to make bonbons, but would that stop him? No. He was on a mission, and that mission was making Khepri bonbons. He looked at the recipe card he currently held in his hands. Butter, confectioners’ sugar, sweetened condensed milk, coconut flakes, walnuts, vanilla, chocolate chips, and shortening. He had all the ingredients he needed after going to and returning from the store. “Make the filling,” he read, “...

The snow was cold beneath Lio’s hooves, but he couldn’t stop to warm them up. No. This was war, and there was no stopping in war. He’d been hit several times already, the ice melting through his sweater. “Lio!” Hart’s playful voice sang through the chilly air. “You’re not hiding very well.” ...

Lio was chipper as he pranced around the kitchen. He’d been up for hours making mochi, and now that it was finished, he was ready to share it with everyone. He had small stacks of different flavoured mochis on several plates ready to set out to be tried. He flicked his ears when he heard someone’s hoofsteps. He listened a bit closer and smiled. “Hart!” He called. “Hart, come here for a moment.” The bun peeked curiously into the kitchen. “Lio?” He smiled. “What�...

Hart worked diligently, crafting supplies scattered around him as he glued yet another puffball to the sweater he had spread out on the floor. It was a black sweater to start, the bottom carefully hemmed with white puffed garland for snow. That was, at least, the easiest part to do. Now, he was working on a wreath. He had the wreath itself done, white tinsel garland carefully stitched into a circle on the sweater. From there, he was adding the puffballs as baubles and holly berries. Pe...

There was some kind of noise happening in Judah’s house. Between the bird songs and the howling, there was singing. A sound very much not typical inside his home. He followed the sound, peeking into different rooms, and finally, when he found the origin, he watched silently. He observed the scene in front of him. His decorative pillows were on the floor, Whiskey and Tango, his and Hart’s Wulvens were lying and sitting on two of them, howling softly with the...