Iruka turned slowly, setting the hot tray in his gloved hands on the counter.
The nicely browned, freshly baked, cinnamon Christmas tree shaped cookies were almost ready to be moved from tray to cooling rack, when Iruka felt a prickle of awareness race up his spine.
He looked up cautiously to find ten pairs of wide eyes fixed on the hot tray.
He sighed, a smile tugging his lips up as he straightened to eye his lover and the pack peering into the kitchen. He was ready when a hand darted into his field of vision headed for the tray. His hand moved and slapped the pale hand away as he scowled up at Kakashi.
"You can have one each, when they've cooled."