Hey-oh, I wanna pretend we're at the North Pole Turning the heat into an ice cold holiday Made just for me and my baby Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh My baby's in town and we're gonna do some winter things, hey, yeah

Just imagine that we're laughing In my cabin, chilling by the fireside Even though this sun is blasting We can be wherever if we visualize

After working together on the gingerbread house for an hour and eating three cookies, both of them stood there with their eyes slightly cocked as they observed the structure they had created. As they watched, the ceiling began to slide off one side, eventually landing on the plate underneath. Betty snatched it up in the middle of her bout of laughter and reattached it, this time using a huge glob of icing to hold it in place.

Jughead pointed at the chaos that they had created and added, "I bet this is the worst gingerbread house you've ever constructed.I suppose that it fits well with the overall motif of our present house."

"I've lived in a "perfect" home and constructed dozens of "perfect" gingerbread houses, but this one, which is all crooked and sloppy, is by far my favorite." Betty smiled radiantly at him as she licked a piece of icing off her fingers and then offered it to him. Her grin was genuine.

Betty urged that they cover the roof with candy, switching colors as they went. She started looking around the counter when she suddenly noticed that they were out of the green candies and continued doing so until she caught the person who was responsible for the situation red-handed.

"Jughead!" Betty shouted. "Did you consume every single one of the green ones?"

He shrugged as if it were common knowledge when he said, "The green ones taste the best."

"If we don't have any more green candy, how are we going to complete the roof?" Betty let out a moan. "There will be a major error in the pattern."

Betty whispered something under her breath before reaching for her glass and consuming the remaining contents.

Betty grabbed a bunch of sprinkles and edible glitter that she had stolen from her own baking supplies, and then she blew it all over the house, focusing her attention mainly on Jughead.

"Oops," she chuckled nervously. He was paraphrasing his own remarks.

After a brief pause, they both launched an assault on each other, snatching sweets and hurling them all over the kitchen, covering each other in sprinkles and gumdrops, and putting icing all over the faces of the person they were fighting. Just as Betty was about to stuff a handful of gummy worms down Jughead's back, Jughead swung around and grabbed the empty piping bag. He then squirted gooey icing over Betty's face, and he let out a wild laugh as it flowed down her forehead, cheeks, and collarbone.

She gripped both of his ears and rubbed her face vigorously over his, spreading the icing all over him as she went. Jughead yelled and flailed, gripping her waist in what she believed was an attempt to yank her away from him; however, he dragged her closer and tickled her sides instead.

She gave some thought to the proximity of her lips to his as she planned out her strategy for exacting retribution. Her lips came into minimal contact with his as she moved her face from one side to the other and continued to rub against him. Even before her face made touch with his other cheek, a fire had already begun to burn between the two of them. Both of their movements slowed down, and he stopped laughing. Both of them withdrew their hands slowly and hesitatingly, leaving a little gap between their teeth and leaving their lips slightly open so that their air might mix. When they looked at one another, their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, they both wondered if this energy had always been there, if there had been some kind of static between them from the very beginning.