Luckily Talyson hadn't jumped to conclusions for once - or at least, hadn't taken offense. He just snorted and gave an understanding nod. "Mine, too," he murmured to the comment on mothers who insisted on cleanliness. At least until that last year, when she'd chosen death by bottle and stopped caring about the rest. "What's your dad like?" Alive, at least, it sounded like, and Tal hoped it was a safe enough topic as he grabbed the nails and got to preparing the resting places of the wreaths and garlands.
He glanced over at the request for feedback, but his own grin was lopsided and on the sheepish side. "Can't say I'm much better," he admitted freely. "I've always preferred outdoors t'in, so usually it was my sisters that did th'decoratin'. I didn't even get around t'doin' my old place in Halo th'year I lived in it. But for Alys, well... I figure it's worth th'effort, y'know? An' somethin's gotta be better'n nothin'!"
Oh, optimistic young fool. That wasn't even a little bit true, but with a little luck he'd manage to remain blissfully ignorant of that fact of decorating for another season.
He glanced over at the request for feedback, but his own grin was lopsided and on the sheepish side. "Can't say I'm much better," he admitted freely. "I've always preferred outdoors t'in, so usually it was my sisters that did th'decoratin'. I didn't even get around t'doin' my old place in Halo th'year I lived in it. But for Alys, well... I figure it's worth th'effort, y'know? An' somethin's gotta be better'n nothin'!"
Oh, optimistic young fool. That wasn't even a little bit true, but with a little luck he'd manage to remain blissfully ignorant of that fact of decorating for another season.
