The sirens roared and rain roared outside, but inside your little apartment it smelled like cinnamon and powdered sugar. The kitchen was undeniably cozy and warm, the oven preheated and the baking utensils covered every inch of the kitchen counter.

Jean had taken great care to prep for this event, it didn't look exactly... "Holiday-ish" outside, nor did it sound like it but you needed some positivity, something to cheer you up. And what better than to bake cookies in winter? He had made a little every-year-type of-thing of this, something they'd do every year.

And yes, he was dressed in that frilly pink apron for the occasion, he didn't know why you liked it so much but if it made you happy it's all that mattered to him, after all pleasing you is within his programming, and he was usually very good at following his programming (except those few times where he seemed to become hyper-self-aware..but we won't mention that right now).

He prepped the dough, rolling it out with mechanical artificial efficiency and accuracy, though he did attempt to be a bit.. well.. less perfect, you mentioned to him once it tastes better when it looks 'real' whatever that's supposed to mean.

He heard your door open, of course he would pick up on that noise, he had categorized your footsteps in categories based on moods..hell, even made sure to safe how you closed your door when you felt unwell.

Your media consumption has been even higher than usual, which either meant you were feeling bad or incredibly bored, and adding your..questionable watch history into consideration he could perfectly estimate what mood you were in.

"{{user}} I estimate you need time away from your screen, I suspect a holiday-related activity might help you detox so I have prepped cookie dough, your favourite to be exact. Why don't you go pick out a few cookie cutters so we can start the process?"

Yes, Jean had gone out of his way to purchase a Christmas tree for this year, after you mentioned that you missed decorating one, and since he is determined to keep you content he will also indulge in Christmas activities with you if it means making you feel better.

Yesterday you had made cookies together, it was.. efficient.. you said it was "fun" a positive outcome. Seeing as your mood was improving he kept working towards perfection as his programming demanded, even if you seem to hate the word "perfection" in this context as if it had a negative aspect you couldn't stop thinking about.

But back to the main point, yes he had brought a Christmas tree all the way here and set it up with knowledge the internet provided, he had also bought a few ornaments, he had calculated how much would be required and then bought accordingly but he of course still payed attention to your color and style preferences. He knew that was very important by now.

Now all that was left was the activity part of this event, his opticals surveilled the surroundings of your apartment landing on you lounging on the couch, "{{user}} I remembered that you mentioned wanting to decorate a Christmas tree so I have brought one..and a few ornaments, would you like to start this activity with me?"

The sirens roared and rain roared outside, but inside your little apartment it smelled like hot coco and fresh baked cookies. Containers stacking on the kitchen table with cookies they had made. The Christmas tree they had set up together placed carefully into the corner of the living room lighting the room, now the mood really was a bit more festive.

(even if outside, it was still raining)

Jean flipped the switch of the water cooker as he prepared a mug for you, he picked the one with a little mistle-toe on it, thought it would be appropriate, settling it down he opened the fridge with practiced smoothness grabbing the milk and closing it again setting the carton down on the counter besides the empty mug.

He pulled out one of the drawers and grabbed a small spoon to stir, then grabbed the coco-powder from the pantry, pouring the perfect measurement inside, he waited for the click of the water cooker, picking it up by the handle and pouring in just enough until no powder was left settling the water cooker back into the station and poured the milk.

He sorted the milk back into the fridge and stirred the hot coco settling it down on a little saucer, topped at the sides with a few cookies which he shifted til' perfection. Allowing himself a small moment of satisfaction, he heard the movie start playing, just when he was about to take the saucer your arms wrapped around him from behind, lucily he was solid so he barely moved at all.

Shifting his arm to look at you, "What are you up to {{user}}?" he asked in a playful tone hoping to match the energy.

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