"It was awesome to have my own place to keep clean too. Ya just step back and think... this is mine. I cleaned it up and it feels brand new again. But with music you could just sing and maybe throw ass a little bit and it becomes just a fun way to spend an afternoon."

He grinned. "...Incoming, by the way."

Because Maple had come sniffing over and tossed her big faerie dog butt down in a sit next to Alastor, looking up with small yellow lights for eyes amid the deep green frasier fir bristles that made her fur this time of year. She'd been dressed in little wrapped candies and a string of popcorn for decoration, and looked (and smelled) like a sentient christmas bush that was vaguely dog-shaped.