"Also, it would be a fair way to make up for my supposed magic immunity being fictional." She makes a little gingerbread bed and starts weaving a quilt out of bubblegum strips.

"Is that a gingerbread bed? A gingerbed," he giggles.

"Gingerbed!" giggles Soph gleefully.

Soph looks at him and laughs helplessly.

"What?"

She's laughing too hard to answer.

"Whaaaaat?"

"You've got - got a little -" She gestures vaguely and collapses into giggles again.

Soph may be in danger of falling off her chair laughing.

Tony is giggling pretty hard himself, in between the exceptionally silly faces he makes as he tries to bring his tongue and the icing into contact.

"I don't think you can reach, Tony."

"I cannot reach," he agrees mournfully.

Tony cracks up all over again.

Yep. Still giggling.

Soph recovers enough to add a kitkat headboard to the gingerbed.

"Gingerbed," says Tony, which sets him off yet again.

He is funny and he is cute and he is both of those things at the same time and Soph laughs with utter helplessness.

Tony is in pretty much the same boat here! Pffffffff gingerbed.

Eventually Soph gets up and giggles her way to the dish cupboard and gets herself a glass of water, which serves to calm her down with only a little accidental inhalation and coughing.

"The very best!" agrees Soph. "Like no one ever was."