"Pads, you will never know what I get my hands on," he said with a smirk.
Remus laughed when James went on about the north pole exploding. "Yes, but those trees are out there and this one is huge and has less than a dozen ornaments on it." Of course, the ornaments would get on the tree faster if Remus didn't insist on making them fly through the air first. Regulus was right, he probably looked about ten years old right then.
Not that he cared.
"The colours themselves are not 'girlish'," he said with a self-conscious chuckle. "Purple's been the colour of kings for centuries. I dare you to tell Moody Ravenclaw blue is girlish. And white and gold are both gender neutral. Besides," he added offhandedly, putting the tree between himself and the two of them with the excuse of hanging an ornament there, "red and green are a muddy mess when you can't tell what they are. I like it this way."
He didn't know if Regulus wanted them to know he was catering to Remus' sight or not. So, Remus would play it off as unimportant. It wasn't important to anyone but him, in any case.