Kyle had, in fact, managed to do something few people ever saw in their life.

No, we do not mean making the gingerbread house constructs.

Having just come out at the finish with some warm food and a drink for Kyle, figuring that he would like something of the sort after hanging about in the cold for an hour, Edgeworth was standing there on the lower porch.

Stock-still. With the tray held dumbly in both hands.

Mouth open.

Speechless.