<em>Tumbles out of the woods at a rather high velocity - wormholes can be a rather turbulent means of travel. Dusts off and then surveys the Gingerbread House which seems to be empty. Cackles gleefully at the luck of having happened by while everyone was away. Cracking her knuckles, she picks the best spot then lays out an assortment of frostings. After a fleeting pause the storm of confectionery goodness commences.<br/><br/>After hours with spoons and butter knives, layer upon layer of frosting has been painstakingly shaped into a sugary - if not exactly original - masterpiece that covers an entire wall of the house. </em><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ea/Van_Gogh_-_Starry_Night_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg/1280px-Van_Gogh_-_Starry_Night_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg)</div><br/><em>Grinning at the fruit of her labors she plops down in the soft grass with a canteen of cool water to rest her weary arms.</em>