"I feel like there's more frosting on you than on the gingerbread."
Naruto scowls at the frosting on her fingers, the table and her shirt—everywhere but the damn gingerbread house. Well, it was supposed to be a house. After the eighth time it collapsed, she was forced to accept that the best she could hope for was a gingerbread tent.
Utterly blowing her poor tent out of the water, Madara's gingerbread palace stands tall and proud. It's not fair that he's so good at this when he didn't even want to make one. Doing a poor job of covering up his snort, he gestures to the tray of gingerbread people and suggests, "Perhaps, you would be better suited to giving my subjects clothing."
"Some streakers would liven up your stupid gazebo, ya know," Naruto tartly replies as she grabs the tray. Quite a few gingerbread people end up with...unique...faces, but they're all dressed in a fair amount of frosting by the time Madara puts the finishing touches on his latest better-than-you project.
Admiring his handiwork, he huffs satisfactorily, "I'd like to see someone make something better."
Without thinking about it, Naruto mentions, "Didn't Hashirama say that he and Tobirama were gonna make one—"
"The palace could use a bridge."
"A bridge?"
"A moat, too. A bridge without a moat is just ludicrous," he says with a resolute nod and reaches for more building materials.
Raising an eyebrow, Naruto asks, "Sure...but, didn't you say you had work to do?"
Madara answers immediately, "Obliterating Tobirama's self-confidence takes priority."
"That's fair."