It would be a tree you could put in your own space. Not that I'm adverse to being surrounded by them.

( It's almost a funny little act of rebellion. She can do exactly as she pleases and so she is. Not as dramatic as burning things, granted.

Tinkering with the baubles despite them already being perfectly placed, she hesitates. It's a little like your beau meeting your dad. Or a critical older brother, at least. )

How did you get along, brief as it was?