Russell laughs a little at 'teaser', seeing the aunts are a few steps ahead of him yet again. Perhaps one of these days he'll win at these things.

"Not too occupied," he calls out, and places the clingfilm on the counter next to the cookies. "Don't want to put thin plastic on anything hot. They'll be cool enough for eating in a few minutes."

Russell stretches and heads to the doorway to watch, rather than admit he was preoccupied enough to nearly forget - and nearly have some plasticky biscuits. Clearly this is a time when multitasking isn't working out so well. The promise of presents is distracting.