Juno was about to praise Marco's sweater again, with the only word coming to mind being 'rad' but at the repetition of his compliment she blushed and smiled, scratching her neck. "Ah, thanks. It's nothing, it's one of Pam's dresses. You though, you look the coolest of us all, dude."
Looking down at Marco's plate she raised a brow and nodded - she hadn't noticed the plate in all the sweater excitement. And she didn't even mind that Marco wanted her to decorate his own cookie. "Yep, one cookie comin' up." She stuffed hers, now too decorated, into her mouth. "After I'm done eating."
She did get to work as she chewed, though. Soon enough Marco also had an overly decorated cookie, full of sprinkles and toppings and things that built a bit of height when all put together. She slid it over to him. "One cookie for the Raptor Santa guy! So, you having fun?"