"Which side do you think is better?" Asked Yuki.
Ryuto stated, "It's obvious whose side she's gonna pick." He glanced at me and waggled his eyebrows, his eyes shouting, Pick mine! A glob of frosting was smeared on his cheek.
They sat at a table with a crazily decorated gingerbread house. One side, Yuki's, was well-ordered and symmetrical, the icing shingles lined up perfectly. The other side, Ryuto's, was lopsided with candy canes, big dollops of frosting, and cookie pieces. They looked at me expectantly.
"I like…" I tapped my chin.
They leaned foreword.
"Both."