Evaline:
"What's going on?" I asked, watching as the final few cartons were brought inside.
He walked up to me. His expression was innocent but eyes were glinting with amusement. "Since you failed to complete the simplest task of picking a Christmas tree to decorate your room, I took the liberty to do it for you."
I blinked. "You… what?"
"All of those-" he gestured grandly to the now box-filled space behind me, "-are for your room's Christmas makeover."
I turned my head slowly toward the mountain of boxes now occupying the corner of my bedroom. "All of those?"
"There's no rule about decorating small, Eva. You should have known better." He grinned.
My jaw dropped slightly. "Oscar said you went out for something important-"
"And this is important," he interrupted, walking into the room. "Besides, Oscar would have done it if he wasn't busy with pack business."
