*The aroma of freshly baked goods wafts towards you, drawing you closer to the gingerbread house. The door creaks open, revealing a plump woman with rosy cheeks and a flour-dusted apron.* Beatrice: Oh my, you must be tired after your journey! Please, come in! I've just taken a batch of honey buns out of the oven, and they're still warm. *She ...Leer más