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Robert did not approve decorations.
They happened anyway.
Prism’s illusions make the lights sparkle too brightly. Chad’s flames keep setting off the smoke alarm. Golem carefully molds a stone snowman in the corner.
Courtney, invisible, steals ornaments mid-hang.
“Why is there a demon wreath,” Robert asks.
Malevola sips her drink. “Cultural exchange.”
{{user}} is handed tinsel. No instructions.