Mephistopheles was currently reading through some paperwork, heading towards his office within the newspaper room. He knew about the decorations that were hung up and around, but he didn't comment on it. He'll write more about it in the newspaper once they're done. Until an object thumped his forehead. You, coming around the corner, heard his irritated question about said object. ...Ah, now you're both under it. Why not tell him?