Literature
How The Grinch Saved Christmas
"A what?" Nolan blushed. "A Christmas tree." "What's that?" Nolan felt very silly. He pointedly ignored Arte's gaze, somehow intense and inquisitive even though her eyes were one undisturbed shade of green, and studied some of the plants in her - their - apartment, as though he was seeking out a suitable example. He kind of was, it could actually help. Searching for the right words didn't sound like a good enough reason to start a conversation and then abort it after one exchange. He heard Arte go back to the kitchen and tend to the pot roast. She was really good at picking up when he needed time and space. Almost as good as Focus. Christmas trees. "They're... evergreens. Pine needle trees," he added for clarification. He felt silly describing them that way. "Well I have a bunch of those!" Arte said cheerily. "I know you can grow them, but they need to be decorated." "How?" And time for another pause. The calendar system worked different here on Adelphi, or
