Soph shows up on Tony's doorstep with a bag of gingerbread house ingredients and a big smile. "Hi Jarvis! Where's Tony?" she asks.
"...I'm just having this mental image," he says, "of you being surrounded by electric sheep who are, like, eating your hair and getting really stoned - oh my god, a Mareep is an electric sheep, I just got that."
"There's this famous sci-fi story called 'Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?'," he explains. "Blade Runner was based off it, have you seen Blade Runner?"
"I think I saw, like, one scene of it, but not the whole thing? We should watch it after we are done with Gingerbread Jarvis."
"Definitely. Just don't tell anyone that I burnt the gingerbread I made this morning. The gingerbread tabloids will have a field day and my reputation will be ruined."
"Of course, now you have blackmail on me and I will have to do all your gingerbread decorating for free to make sure you don't decide to squeal on me. So I guess we do this again next year," she hums merrily.
"Yeah, go ahead," she says, adjusting the rug's angle slightly relative to the gingerbed. She starts trimming the downstairs windows.
On they go! He spends a triangle to make the icing dry when he's sure it's all stuck on right.
"How many floors d'you suppose Gingerbread Jarvis should have?" Soph asks, starting another batch of candy cameras for the second floor.
"Good question. Three might be pushing it. Wouldn't want him to collapse under his own weight."
"Yeah, that'd be bad. So I guess the roof is next. And a chimney, let's give him a chimney."