Theme: Day Eight: Baking cookies
Series: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Warnings: This one smells like cinnamon.
Disclaimer of Evil: I don’t own Detective Conan. All characters and concepts are the sole property of Gosho Aoyama. I merely borrow them and make them my love slaves…ahem.
We'll be merry when you play...
Kazuha peered over Heiji’s shoulder—and her jaw dropped.
When she’d mentioned to Heiji that she was baking gingerbread men cookies, she had been startled when he had asked if he could come over and help. By help, he explained, he meant that he wanted to decorate the cookies.
Surprised at his interest in doing anything other than eating the things, she had readily agreed. After she had brought the first batch out, he had sat down at the table with a supply of frosting and other assorted decorations at his fingertips. He hadn’t made a sound since.
After popping the next batch into the oven, curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she had moved out to the table where he was working. And now here she was, staring blankly at his handiwork.
There, on the tray, were caricatures of many people. She recognized a smiling Ran cookie, a smirking Shinichi cookie, a bespectacled Conan cookie (who looked an awful lot like the Kudo cookie, she noted absently), a drooling Mouri cookie, a ponytailed Kazuha cookie, and a cheery Heiji cookie.
Actually, he was holding up the Heiji cookie and the Kazuha cookie and—to her chagrin and amusement—he was dancing them around the table, having them act out some sort of bizarre scene. Sounded like they were arguing—he was frequently using the word ahou, both in his own voice and in a higher squeaky tone that she took to be an impression of her voice.
He froze and turned slowly to peer guiltily over his shoulder. “…yeah?”
She reached over his shoulder and plucked the Kazuha cookie from his hand. “I sound nothing like that.” Sitting down next to him, she held the cookie out, and the cookie puppet-show began anew.