Some kitschy song played in the background as you and Roach sat at the table in the rec room, working on your gingerbread houses. Well, they were supposed to be houses. Somehow, Roach had managed to score and break his in such a way that his house had become a tank.

“This is gonna be the coolest thing ever!” He gushed as he attached a gum drop to the end of a candy cane for the tank's cannon.

Eyes darting up to meet yours, he grinned. “Your house looks pretty good.”