Lauren stood by the window, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of cocoa, watching as the city slowly began to transform into a winter wonderland.
Behind her, the sound of Larry rummaging through the kitchen drawers mixed with Sophie’s laughter.
“You’re making a mess!” Lauren called over her shoulder.
“It’s called organized chaos,” Larry retorted, his voice tinged with humor. “Besides, what’s a little flour on the floor if it means perfect cookies?”
Lauren turned, her eyebrow raised as she watched Larry attempt to sift flour into a bowl, only to spill half of it onto the counter. “Perfect cookies? You can’t even handle the ingredients.”
Sophie giggled, standing on a chair to reach the counter. “Uncle Larry, you need to use both hands! You’re doing it wrong.”
“Listen, Chef Sophie
