Khiran blinks, frozen in the doorway as he surveys the chaos. “There’s a tree in our living room.” Anna hums, threading a needle through a piece of popcorn. There’s a pile of popped kernels in the lap of her dress that she’s been alternatively eating and decorating with. Jiro decided to brave the rain to try to find more red hollyleaf berries, so he can finish the strand he started. “There is.” “It’s rather large.” She glances at the tree, its peak so tall it curls against the ceiling. “It looked smaller in the forest.” “I see,” he murmurs,
