A/N: I have one more chapter of this week's prompts that I'll try to post soon, but I'm sorry this was late. I had to travel between Oregon and Washington for a few days which meant no computer. (;*△*;)
"So what do you want to do this week?" Dipper asked over dinner that evening.
Pacifica shrugged, busy taking a drink of her tea to responded properly.
"Besides the usual baking cookies and watching Christmas movies until dawn?" She asked when she swallowed.
"Yeah, you know, I thought we could do something different. We've never made a gingerbread house together."
"I've never made one at all." Pacifica admitted.
Dipper snorted, thinking she was kidding, but when her face stayed serious, he felt a little bad.
"What? You've really never made one?"
She shook her head guiltily.
"Nope."
"Well tomorrow, I'm going to the store and buying us some kits because right now you're shaming the craft world and Christmas world!" He teased, earning a walnut from Pacifica's salad tossed at his head.
The next day around 3 in the afternoon, Dipper came home with two grocery bags in hand and put them on the table. "Okay, I bought us some gingerbread house kits."
"Aww, that's sweet." Pacifica said, pulling out the two boxed sets and cookie icing. "So did you buy candies for it?"
"The kits should already have candy in it. I just bought extra icing because it can get messy and most of it gets eaten before it can be used."
Pacifica moved the sets and icing to the kitchen bar counter top and began unboxing her set. Dipper stood next to her and unpacked his, taking out the plastic wrapped cookie house panels, bag of icing, and various candies. When Dipper went stepped away to use the bathroom before starting, Pacifica spread out the two sets to separate hers from his, but misjudged where one cookie lay on the counter and the piece fell and broke!
"What was that?" Dipper shouted from the other side of the bathroom door after hearing the impact of the hardwood to cookie.
Pacifica let out a little giggle at her guilty action, but fessed up. "I…I might've accidentally dropped a piece!"
Dipper opened the door. "Well now I guess we aren't making houses. Way to go, Pacifica! You ruined Christmas!" He mocked.
Pacifica made a fake, ugly crying face. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realize that piece was so important to the holidays!"
He laughed along with her and picked up the piece. "Wow, you broke the window piece. Thanks."
"I'm sorry." She said sincerely.
"It's fine. But you know what we need before we start?"
"Experience with arts and crafts?"
"No! Music!" He exclaimed, playing a cheesy playlist of Christmas music. "That's more like it."
They happily started dancing–well more like swaying around off beat–together for a few seconds before cutting off the tips of their icing bags and starting.
"Okay, so first you wanna put the icing on the stand so the cookies can stick to it. Like this." He started squeezing out icing onto the board, but an air pocket caused a small hiccup in his lining. "Oops."
"Oh so like this?" She spread hers without a problem and copied him, putting down two cookies upright.
"Yep, just like that. And hold it to make it stay."
"For how long?"
Dipper shrugged. "A few seconds."
"Do you put icing on the sides too or just keep icing the bottom."
"No, you ice the sides too. And h–" One of his walls fell over as spoke, "Hold it."
"Wait, wait, where's my win–did you take my window?"
"No it should be there. Oh wait! Yeah, here. Sorry."
They continued gluing and sticking and holding, but while Pacifica was getting the hang of it, Dipper's kept falling down.
"How're you good at this?"
Pacifica shrugged. "I'm good at everything; you should know that by now." She laughed.
Dipper retaliated by squeezing a line of icing on the top of her hand, but Pacifica didn't seem fazed and just licked it off.
Dipper laughed at the causality. "I thought you'd be mad." he said, making her giggle. "Okay…how am I gonna put on this roof…"
"You should make it like a pyramid." Pacifica suggested, reaching for her last wall. As she was holding it ready to be iced, her other walls collapse down and she gasped.
Dipper could only laugh while she groaned.
"There, I got it!" He said, drawing Pacifica's attention to his distressed cookie house that he "fixed" by pouring icing all over it carelessly. "Paz, this is my dream house and we're gonna live in it one day."
"It looks like the Mystery"–her house collapsed again, one piece falling in the sink–"Shack."
"Oh god, it does!" He laughed.
Pacifica reached for her discarded piece, thankful the sink was clean and dish free for once so the piece was still usable.
"Babe, can you help me? This icing is stuck!" She whined. Dipper turned away from his masterpiece to help, but that just made his house fall, another piece falling to the floor and shattering.
"Oh no! Oh, Paz, look!" He said, pointing to her own destroyed house and the wall that got split in half when it fell on the counter.
"Crap!"
As they tried to fixed their unsavable houses, Dipper opened a candy package to start decorating. He used a gummy ring as a wreath and sprinkling it over with smaller round candies. Pacifica concentrated on getting hers to stand right, humming along to the music as she went.
"That's the jingle bell!
That's the jingle bell!
That's the jingle bell rock!"
They belted together in harmony, giggling together at their talent. Pacifica smiled and playfully smeared a dollop of icing onto his cheek, but he just ignored it and left it there while he continued decorating. Pacifica worked on her roof in the meantime, trying to perfect the alignment and stability. She'd looked over at Dipper who just randomly threw candy around his house.
"Babe, stop! You're making a mess!" She complained. Dipper took his almost emptied icing bag and squeezed whatever remained onto her face and smeared it around. Pacifica squealed, but didn't try hard to fight him off, just hoping they weren't hitting her house. "Dipper!"
All he could do was laugh at her face and say "Wow, Paz, you look like you had a good time last night."
Pacifica's jaw dropped, acting offended by his innuendo comment.
"No!" She cried out as, once again, her house fell. "Okay, give me another icing bag. I'm gonna fix this until it's perfect." Dipper rolled his eyes, but left her alone to work on her creation, enjoying a beer and some tv while Pacifica concentrated on the details of the candy placement and design of the house.
"Okay, I'm done!"
Dipper walked back to his spot next her at the counter. "Paz…it looks…so bad!" He laughed when he saw the lopsided house, icing all over the place, and decorations scarce with only a candy door knob and some other small round candies over the roof.
"Better than yours!"
"No, sorry, you suck. Your house has to be demolished now!" He laughed, taking off a roof piece.
"Well your house isn't up to code! It legally has to be destroyed!" She retorted, taking an unstable wall piece, making the whole thing collapse.
"My house!" He cried out, reaching for his wall.
Pacifica turned away, eating it before he could take it back. Dipper wrapped his arms around her, reaching for the rest of the piece.
"No, no! You can't argue with the law!" She laughed, mouth full of cookies and sweets.
"I'm not arguing the law–I'm arguing with you!" He said, looking at her face, cheek fulls and holding back a giggle. He smiled and kissed her cheek. "You owe me now."