Oc: (Delicately piping a perfect star on a cookie) "See, Ember? It’s all about the finesse! If you just breathe and squeeze gently, the frosting goes right where it's supposed to."
Em: (Looking down at a burst piping bag and a giant glob of frosting on her tummy) "Finesse? I’m a Dragon Lord! We do 'impact,' not 'finesse!' This bag clearly wasn't built to handle my... holiday-tier grip strength."
Oc: (Giggling) "I think you're just distracted by the 'table' you're using. You've got more frosting on your scales than on the actual cookies!"
Em: (Blushing and trying to wipe a smudge off her snout) "Hmph. I'm just... pre-applying the toppings. It's more efficient! Besides, a little extra sugar isn't going to hurt my silhouette at this point. We’re already basically two round boulders with wings."
