Gingerbread House
On the other side of the breakfast bar, in the soft, warm light of the tree sheltering a miniature Christmas village, Rey stood over a tiny, lopsided gingerbread house with an impressive assortment of sweets surrounding her.
She pushed the fluffy pink sleeves of her sweater up to elbows again, and they slouched immediately, nearly catching the green icing she was layering on an upside down waffle cone. After pressing the wide mouth into a ring of icing, she stuck a star-shaped Lucky Charm marshmallow on top of it.
The corner of Ben's mouth rose.
And fell.
Three gingerbread men?