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That makes sense. I suppose 'home with family' was always my ideal, as I had little opportunity to do so. I've spent more time with your family than my own... and it was a wonderful experience.

[The Amicitias are as loving as they are intimidating. Strong hearts make strong Shields. Seeing Gladio so relaxed, eyes closed, breathing soft-- being soft, only makes Ignis want to hold him closer for longer.]

All I will say is it's something you've had before, and that I've never made it for you. You said you wanted a surprise, and a surprise you shall receive.

[A slightly daemonic smirk.]

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You probably could've stayed with us, you know. Having you with us for the holidays was always nice.

_{[ After all, with Regis around to actually spend time with Noct meant that they all had a bit of a vacation! ]}

Something I've had before, but you've never made it... Huh. I gotta think about that one.

_{[ Sure, there was plenty of things that fit the bill but here? Those options were pretty limited. ]}

What about dessert?

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Oh, I didn't want to be a bother. And there was no better time to deep-clean.

[One hand lifts to ruffle Gladio's hair, mussing it something fierce before smoothing it back down again.]

Do you or don't you want a surprise? Or does the 'surprise' element only apply to savoury foods?

If you have a special request, I can do my best to fulfill it.

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<sub>[ The only thing Gladio does is groan loudly in protest, and buries his face right back into Ignis's shirt for a time while he ruffles his hair up in six different directions. He so very rarely lets himself act his age, so this? It's nice, even if the motion leaves him with a lingering feeling of something down his spine.

(It's a good something, he knows this.) ]</sub>

Something with cinnamon? S'all I got. Beyond that, my fate is in your hands.

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I know just the thing to make with cinnamon.

[The cogs are already turning. While he could likely pull together a traditional cake, it wouldn't be half as well-decorated as Gladio is used to, and all too predictable. Enter the idea of a 'churro' cake. Layers of cinnamon-sweet, crunchy dough, separated by fresh cream and topped with a caramel drizzle.

Ignis tasted his first churro during Kiichpan's street festival, and has never made one before, but...]

Hm. I believe I've just come up with a new recipe(eh).

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_{[ Gladio grins into his shirt, and without missing a beat he tilts his head to peer up at him. It doesn't matter if Ignis can see it or not, because he makes it known. He pulls himself up, arms tightening around his back, and his ear rests over his heart. ]}

I could taste test for you?

_{[ So, it's not the best hug he's given. It's still something, right? ]}

Whatever you've got planned, it'll be great.