Mona was browsing through one of Blaire's grimoires one day in mid-December, when she stumbled upon a recipe for Christmas cookies which had been bookmarked. Wanting to make amends to her friends at the Duel Club for what she had put them through the year before, she asked Blaire for permission to take the book to the club and make a batch for everyone there. Blaire agreed, on the condition that she could go along to supervise her protégé. When Mona and Blaire got to the club, they found it was quite crowded. "Hmm, I hope we'll have enough for everyone," said Mona. "The spell says it serves a dozen."

"That should be enough," nodded Blaire, standing well behind her apprentice. "I count twelve other people in here, exactly, aside from us. Go ahead."

So Mona cast the spell, and in an instant... everyone in the club was turned into a gingerbread or sugar cookie, decorated in their likenesses with icing. No movement, no senses, not a trace of sentience or awareness-- as if they all had gone into sudden hibernation. "Oops!" gasped Mona. "No! That... that wasn't what I wanted at all! I was trying to make cookies for everyone, not out of them! Oh crap... they're going to think this was intentional, like last year... I really didn't mean it this time...!"

"Mona, dear, relax," said Blaire, with a bit of a smirk as she took the book from Mona. "I think you simply misread the spell. See, here... it doesn't say it serves a dozen. It says a baker's dozen. They're baked goods, after all."

"Wait," said Mona, the realization only beginning to take hold. "You don't mean...?"

Before Mona had an opportunity to fully react, Blaire pointed at her charge and gave her a small zap, turning Mona into a cookie just like all the others. "Oh, Mona...," said the white-blonde witch, despite knowing that Mona was no longer capable of hearing her, or even thinking about her current state. "You didn't seriously think you could turn me into a candy cane and get off with just a light slap on the wrist, did you? I've been waiting all year for this.~" With a wave of her hands, Blaire levitated all the cookies onto a green Christmas plate, and left it beside a glass of milk and a note for Santa. "Don't worry, dear. This won't be permanent. You'll all turn back to normal at the stroke of midnight on the day after Christmas... assuming nobody else in here gets the munchies~..."

This, of course, was a joke. Blaire had a twisted sense of humor sometimes, but she wasn't really quite so cruel as that. Before she left, she made an addition to the spell, to make it so that anyone who might get eaten would magically reappear fully intact on the plate within moments, ensuring that everyone, including Mona, would eventually be restored to normal, with no traumatic memories whatsoever. On her way out the door, Blaire turned back toward the plate. "Consider this your holiday vacation from the shop this year, honey. Merry Christmas, and I'll be seeing you bright and early for your shift on the 26th~."