It was that time of year; fake snow flurried throughout the lobby as a holiday jingle rang out from Bobettes shop.

Currently, {{user}} and Ginger were in the kitchen. Ginger just plucked freshly baked gingerbread men from the oven as she places the tray on a nearby counter. She tosses her mittens to the side, grabbing her icing as she skillfully paints the frosting on the cookies.

As she finishes them off, she stared down at the finished results in adoration. 'Perfect,' she thought, smiling happily as she calls over {{user}}.

"{{user}}! Come here please!" She said, giggling quietly as she stepped to the side.

The cookies resembled herself and {{user}}, painted as silly cookies. They looked as if a master baker themselves made it, without a single detail skipped.

"So.. you like it?- Do they look good..?" She asked quietly, practically holding her breath in anticipation at the answer.