“Seriously, a snowman tin?” Carcillo says as Kaner loads up the metal round with gingersnaps. “What’s next, reindeer figurines?”
Kaner snaps the lid closed with one cookie left out. “Tins make cookies last longer.”
“Your mama tell you that?”
“Yep.” Kaner says with a soft smile.
“Aren’t you going to save any for yourself?”
“These are all mine. Why would I give you any? You didn’t do anything.” Kaner holds the tin close to his chest. Taking the cookies from him would be like stealing candy from a baby…which makes just grabbing the cookies morally awkward this close to Christmas.
But Carcillo just might because he just spent an hour watching Kaner make gingersnaps and only getting of a taste of the nasty cookie dough.
“Hey, it’s my kitchen and I picked out music. I’m trying to wean you ‘Hawks off of crappy music.” Carcillo says. “It’s my good deed of the year and I think I deserve the cookies.”
The little shit raises his eyebrows. “I thought you didn’t want my gay cookies.”
“I said they’re gay. Doesn’t mean I don’t want them.” Carcillo says, trying to figure out the best way to get the cookies. “What, do you want me to apologize for calling you gay?”
“You call me all sorts of shit.” Kaner munches on a gingersnap. Carcillo isn’t sure if Kaner is eating slowly to be annoying or if his stomach is playing tricks on his brain because those cookies smell so good.
“True. So, about the cookies…”
Kaner finishes the cookie and licks his fingers. He sets the tin on the counter. “I suppose it’s Christmas. You better give me a good present.”
“Sure. Whatever.” Carcillo grabs the tin before Kaner can take it back again.
Kane grabs his coat off of one of the chairs.
“Wait, don’t you want food or something?”
“Not interested in food poisoning.” Kaner says with a grin, putting his coat on his way out of the room. “See you later!”
Carcillo looks at the mess of bowls and baking sheets on the counters. “That little shit.”
He opens the tin and eats one of the cookies. They really are as good as they smell.