the season to be jolly

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All supernatural excitement aside, it's almost Christmas!

Soph shows up on Tony's doorstep with a bag of gingerbread house ingredients and a big smile. "Hi Jarvis! Where's Tony?" she asks.

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"The gingerbread people are very negligent of their attic," explains Soph loftily.

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"Hence all the - pixie dust."

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"Also it used to be a cocaine den?" suggests Soph.

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"...Pffffffffffffffff," says Tony.

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"You are just totally great," he declares, giggling.

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"I am made of seventy percent great and thirty percent mystical key energy."

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"Eighty-twenty."

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"Flatterer."

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"I call it like I see it."

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"What are you made of, then, besides your share of great?"

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"I'm made of Tony," he snorts. "I am, like, the least varying template in the multiverse."

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"I only barely met the other one who visited here," muses Soph. "Is it bad? That you're a lot alike?"

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"Nah. Well, it made picking the nicknames a headache."

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"I wonder if there'll ever be another Soph. A - I don't wanna say a real Soph, but one who was, like, born."

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"Maybe," he says. "Can you leave the world now? You could go to the next Bellparty and ask Glass if you're templatey."

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"Yeah, I went into Milliways, nothing happened, I didn't bounce off like an unwelcome vampire or anything. I think I will do that. When Jane's back."

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Tony nods.

"Roof!" he proclaims.

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"With a hole in it for the chimney and everything, awesome."

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"Yup."

He attaches the roof, chimney and all, onto the top of the house.

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The brick of the chimney is represented by red jellybeans, carefully cut in half lengthwise to reduce their profile.

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"Awesome," says Tony.

Celebratory hug!

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Soph giggles and hugs him back, careful not to get the frosting on her hands onto him.

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Hugs.

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Soph peers at the completed chimney, critically, rummages through her supplies, and finally bites her hand for a puff of white cotton candy to tuck in the end by way of smoke.