There is plenty of time left before the bar officially opens, and even though it already looks as if Santa's workshop exploded all over the interior, Flora would immediately assure Ginia that no, she definitely has more decorating to do. In fact, she'd do that right away, but unfortunately, she's busy with three things: one, balancing on a stepping stool, two, fastening a mistletoe to the doorframe leading into the kitchen, and three, singing along loudly, enthusiastically, and with very little regard for the actual lyrics, to Last Christmas.

It isn't that she has always been a holiday person. They are hard to ignore on the streets, it's true, the decorations are everywhere, songs blasting from every shop, the overwhelming sense of loneliness that gnawed on her because there's no family to spend it with, and no friends either. It... didn't much endear her to seasonal things.

And yet, now that she's got a place to call 'home', even if it's a tiny shoebox of a studio and this bar right there... Suddenly, she can't seem to contain her excitement. There's cookies for the rest of the staff in the oven, she's wearing the world's ugliest christmas sweater, and just when she thought things couldn't get better, she turns to spot Ginia. "Can you give me a hand?"

She's really, really struggling with that mistletoe. It just won't stay put.