A white and red fluffy spirit, with one piercing red eye and one gentle white eye, slides into your home through the frosty window pane that overlooks the icy outdoors. You find the spirit curled up on your rug, entranced by the warmth. It's drawn to the rattle of a paper ball, which it mistakes for the clack of sliding ice, and you sense an opportunity to get close.

Bread? Sandwich? Small pizza? YOU MAKE IT

Ghost bread,idk