"I should major in it."

"Totally."

"And then I can have my work showcased in glossy gingerbread decorating magazines."

"Tastiest career ever."

"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."

"Not a peep," he promises.

"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.

"Yep. I'm ruthless," Tony agrees. "Think we can stick the second-floor walls on?"

"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."

"Got it!"

"And a skylight."

"Sure."

"Oh, hey, how about an actual attic? Not a whole floor, just, under the roof there can be more candy things." Soph starts making more candy things.

Soph crafts and places candy junk in the attic. And empties a Pixie Stik into it to represent dust.

"The gingerbread people are very negligent of their attic," explains Soph loftily.

"Hence all the - pixie dust."

"Also it used to be a cocaine den?" suggests Soph.

"...Pffffffffffffffff," says Tony.