Husk has never exactly been the biggest 'holiday guy'. A day's a day, what's he care if somebody slapped a name and some traditions on one? Ain't no skin off his nose. He didn't much care in life, so why's death gonna change that, he figures. Christmas, Sinsmas, whatever the heck you want to call it, a day's a day. He's gonna do the same damn stuff he's always doing. It ain't like Al's lettin' him off the hook in the name of holiday cheer, is it?

But even he can't fully deny that there is a certain... atmosphere to this whole shebang. Look, he's no saint, but he ain't heartless neither. The Hotel does look real nice all done up like this, okay? Charlie went all-out. A little overboard, even, in his opinion, but who's askin'? It's not... unpleasant.

And maybe there's something kinda nice about the whole thing. Someone's pumping holiday music into the lobby. Most of the guests are actually down here just... mingling. Chatting. Bar's busy, but in a... cheerful way? It's... kinda novel actually. All these Sinners actually in kinda a good mood. And he can appreciate a little bit of Gluttony coming out - people are drinking for fun, nobody's mopin' around. And don't think he hasn't noticed the poker game in the corner, or heard them dice rollin'. Little bit of Greed up in the place too? Pride? Hey, who's he to judge anyone's vices?

Maybe he can get behind this... 'holiday cheer' thing. Just for the night. Loosen up a bit. ...And hey, maybe he's even kinda getting a kick outta watchin' Alastor schmooze and look so obviously displeased to be doing it. Now that's a holiday tradition he can get behind.

So hey, even Husk's looking a little uncharacteristically cheery as he turns his attention to the next person to approach the bar. "Hey, what'll'ya have? Lemme guess, eggnog? Cider? Somethin' with entirely too much cinnamon? I been stocked up with way too much of this crap, might as well go through it."