"He is downstairs. Shall I direct him to meet you in the kitchen?"

"Yeah! Thanks." In Soph saunters. She did not actually prearrange this activity, but she's pretty sure it will meet with approval.

"It's no trouble," he says modestly.

Soph pats a wall affectionately on her way to the kitchen and hums to herself and starts unpacking gingerbread and icing and candy onto the kitchen table.

Hugs! "I didn't! Did Jarvis say it? I deny it completely!"

"The evidence is against you," Tony informs her, letting go.

"Pff, you sound like Sherlock. So, yes on the housemaking idea?"

"Hell yes!"

"Fantastic. I baked it, even! I mean, and I burned it and had to fix it with magic, but baking happened."

Soph is more about the cosmetic features, which makes them a fine team. She makes tiny candy cameras and tucks them into corners.

"That is the most adorable thing I've ever seen," Tony declares when he realizes what she's doing.

Soph giggles. "Well, why not, right?"

"Totally! Think the ground floor's ready for a ceiling yet?"

"Yeah, go for it," she grins.

Soph busies herself with more candy cameras and wee gingerbread furniture. "You up to anything lately?"

"Nah, not much. You?"

"I met Bella's weird gardener minions! They're friendly. One of them gave me a flower."

"Awww, that's adorable," says Tony. "Was it a nice flower?"

"It was some kinda demon flower. It was big and yellow and it smelled like lemon curd and it looked awesome in my hair."

"That is maybe even cuter than you turning our gingerbread house into Gingerbread Jarvis."

"I think," says Soph, "that every time you see a cute thing your potential to appreciate cute things grows, so that every cute thing you see can be the cutest thing you have ever seen."

"Is that a general philosophical statement, or specifically about me and how everything I see is apparently the cutest thing?"