Author's Note: A few people sent me messages asking about the pun battle between Adrien and Sabine, so even though Joyeux Noël was only supposed to be 6 chapters long, I'm posting an extra bonus chapter just for you folks that focuses entirely on the battle of puns!

(by the way, this is legit the cringiest thing I've ever written in my life, I'm only doing it because I love you guys)

"Well, I think it's time for that pun competition!" said Sabine, crossing her arms across her chest.

"May the best pun win," said Adrien gallantly, eyes twinkling. After an hour in the kitchen, he had compiled a list of cooking related puns that he was sure would surpass anything she could possibly come up with.

"I suggest that you doughnut take this competition lightly," responded Sabine.

Adrien pretended to frown and turned to face her, arms akimbo. "Oh, so you wanna peas of me? Gouda luck!"

Sabine grinned and pointed to a table filled with bread dough. "I don't need luck. All I knead is love."

"Now you're just sounding like a weirdough," responded Adrien, waving his arm dismissively.

"But I guess I can see that," he added as he grabbed a basket of fruit. "You and Monsieur Dupain make a great pear."

"Oh, so you think that we're pearfect? That's sweet of you," said Sabine with a smirk.

Adrien pointed to a plate of baguettes. "When you got married, did you eloaf?"

"No, when my parents found out we were dating, they just rolled with it," said Sabine, pushing a basket filled with dinner rolls across the table.

"That's great. So they didn't tell you that he butter back off?"

"Of course not. He's my butter half."

"I have to admit, that was a berry nice response. I just might be another one that bites the crust."

Sabine grinned. "Sounds like you could use some encouragemint."

"Whip it good, Maman!" called Marinette, waving a whisk around and cheering. She shook her head, laughing. "I can't believe I just said that."

"Chop it like it's hot, Adrien!" said Tom, waving a knife and a spatula in the air. "Don't flip out!"

"I'm fine! I know it's cheesy, but I feel grate," said Adrien.

"Really? That's eggsactly how I feel!" rebutted Sabine.

Adrien shook his head seriously. "You must be yolking. This is no game of cones."

Sabine looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "Now Adrien, don't go bacon my heart."

"Aw, you're making much ado about muffin. I couldn't if I fried," said Adrien, as Marinette pretended to gag in the background.

Sabine laughed. "I'm glad we're getting oolong so well. This may sound bananas, but I find you very appeeling. I can see why my daughter likes you so much. Where have you bean all my life?"

"Are you saying it's brie you're looking for?"

Sabine looked upward with a dreamy expression. "It's like a famous songwriter once said. Sweet dreams are made of cheese, who am I to dis a brie?"

"How does Monsieur Dupain feel about it? To brie, or not to brie?"

"I don't know, but I think it's thyme to turnip the beet! What's your favorite kind of music, Adrien?"

"I would tell you, but I don't think it's your kind of jam, unless you like raisin the roof!" said Adrien, waving his arms in the air with a silly grin while Marinette stifled a giggle.

She couldn't believe how unbelievably goofy he was. To think that she had ever been afraid to talk to him because she thought he was so calm and collected!

"Oh Tom, it's so fascinating to see this portrait of an artist as a young flan. Truly a pun master in the making," said Sabine, sounding exactly like a sports newscaster as Monsieur Dupain and Marinette collapsed into laughter.

"I don't think we can declare a winner," said Tom, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"It's definitely a draw," said Marinette. "That was a lot of fun! Maman, I think you've met your match."

Sabine looked at her daughter, eyes twinkling. "Perhaps, but what if it's you who's met your match?"

Both Adrien and Marinette's eyes grew wide and they blushed bright pink as her parents laughed merrily.

Marinette might have declared a draw, but in this case, it was clear who had the upper hand, and she was just thankful that her mother hadn't mentioned the many pictures of Adrien she had plastered all over her room. And in case he ever did come to visit again…she was going to have to do some clean up.

After Adrien finally left for home and Marinette had gone up to her room, Tom and Sabine looked at each other and smiled. They liked the young man who had come to visit and help, and they hoped they would see more of him—and his puns.