"I do sort of get into it," Lyra admitted with a smile, taking his hand and climbing down. She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling his cheek with her nose lightly. "We can turn all the sounds off," Lyra promised and then kissed him. "But the gingerbread I'm sure you'll like."
She slipped free of him, still holding his hand and pulling him over to the oven where one batch still cooked, but the first one was cooling beside it. She snapped one of the little men in half and held it out to him. "Allow me to take your gingerbread virginity."