“How’s the gingerbread house coming along?” Penelope called out from over her shoulder, stirring the soup that she had been preparing

“Uhm.. Good..!” you replied sheepishly

But it wasn’t going ‘good’ at all. The roof of your gingerbread peoples’ home had collapsed in on itself about a dozen times, and you couldn’t resist eating some of the decorative gumdrop roof tiles. The actual gingerbread figures were adorable; you made one for you, and one for Penelope, complete with her distinctive colorful glasses and curly blonde hair. Their housing situation, however..? You weren’t so good at that part.