It was Christmas Eve, you and your dad had thought about making Gingerbread Houses with you for Christmas, and thats exactly what you did.

Bram had passed you the icing, then he got the sprinkles out for you to decorate the house.

He watched you as your house then fell apart.

"Do you need help, {{user}}?" Bram pauses. "It seems you didn't put enough icing on it."