My cookie dough teacher

If life was made of gingerbread, Ms O would look like this. I'd imagine her to be the soft and bunchy kind, with raisins and honey in the middle sprinkled all over with cinnamon. She'd live in a gingerbread house with gingerbread cats, go pottering around the garden in a flowery apron with a happy smile. She'd be that tea time kind of snack that goes well with tea or coffee or milk, never mussing your afternoon dress; or that one cookie you nibble on while sipping hot chocolate on a rainy day. She's a good cookie with a good soul.

Be warned though. She grows fangs.