Elodie’s POV
Callie giggles, wiping the mixture from her nose with a tea towel before turning to the job in hand. Her smile falls, and with the utmost seriousness, she presses the cutter down with both hands for the first time. Her tongue pokes out the side of her mouth exactly like it did with the cherries earlier as she sinks the metal into the dough. I guide her gently when the dough sticks, showing her how to wiggle it free without distorting the shape, and one by one, careful stars and snowmen and neat little presents begin to line up across the tray.
'We're actually going to have cookies,' Murphy says, sounding faintly amazed by his own competence.
'Don't sound so surprised’ I laugh as I place baking paper over two trays and start to lay out the newly cut cookies.
'I am surprise
