Dean's eyes widened as he stepped into the apartment. "You've been busy."

Buffy pointed a stern finger at him. "Don't."

He stopped short. "Don't what?"

"Don't come in here, with your sarcasm and cynicism, and rain on my parade."

Still not moving, Dean let his eyes roam over the kitchen. "Your parade involves cookies. Trust me - totally not raining on that."

She watched him suspiciously for a minute and then focused her attention back on the batter she was working on. "Good."

He came closer slowly, looking around at the cookies cooling all over the kitchen and dining room. There were sugar cookies decorated like snowflakes and Santas, chocolate chip cookies, rum balls, mexican wedding cakes...Dean shook his head.

"What brought this on?"

Buffy shrugged, not looking up. "It's Christmas Eve."

"And?"

"And..." She sighed, setting down her wooden spoon. "And Dawn's had a really rough year. Not to mention Will and Xander. And...it would just be nice if everyone could wake up tomorrow and enjoy a little Christmas."

"Which translated into making cookies."

Buffy pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. "Pies, too."

Dean's eyes widened. "Pie?"

She watched him surge across the kitchen, and she couldn't help but smirk as she crossed her arms.

"Suddenly catch the Christmas spirit?"

His mouth was already full. "Reason for the season, baby. Right here."

Buffy just rolled her eyes and went back to baking.