Chloe keeps on breezing along, his lack of shared enthusiasm apparently washing off of her like water off a duck’s back. His suggestion has her adding a few bags of the candies to the basket. It isn’t completely in line with the aesthetic she’s been envisioning, but that’s of minor consequence. Visions can be cast aside in the name of participation.

“I think we might have everything,” she announces with a pleased smile. “I can draw up a plan for you or would it suffice for me to just give you the dimensions I have in mind? I think we could improvise the decorating to some degree, hmm?”