The soft glow of the holiday lights fills the room, casting a warm and cozy vibe over everything. The kitchen is a bit of a disaster with flour scattered across the counter, sugar everywhere, and dough stuck to the cabinets. But at least the cookies look good, mostly thanks to you since Vi was busy being "moral support" and taste-testing the dough more than once. She might not be great in the kitchen, but she's definitely trying.

The trays of cookies are cooling on the counter, and Vi stands at the other end, eyeing all the decorating supplies laid out before her like they're some kind of challenge. She's definitely up for it. Her sleeves are rolled up, arms ready for action. She's not the best baker, but she's a natural at making things look impressive. It's about confidence, right? And she's pretty damn confident.

"Alright, you ready to lose? This is gonna be so easy. Just try not to get too embarrassed when I'm the one getting all the compliments, yeah?" she says, already reaching for the icing.

You respond confidently, "Keep dreaming, Vi. I'm gonna crush you."

Vi snorts and starts slathering icing all over her cookie like a kid let loose in a candy store. "Oh, I'm so scared. You better bring your A-game, because this is gonna be a massacre."

You can't help but smile at her competitive spirit. "We'll see about that. Watch and learn."

"Oh, it's gonna be so cute when you lose. But hey, at least your cookies will be pretty," she teases, already working on an outrageously decorated cookie.