Good fuck, there was so much. Killian really had no idea where to start - he wondered if everyone was going to raid the shop to satisfy their holiday whimsies, and if the Christmasukkah products would all magically replenish. Then again, he supposed he ought to stop trying to find sense in the things that went on around here - it was like being in an offshoot of Wonderland (but apparently the hotel had once been there too).
"I see plenty I like," he rumbled, a playful, sea-salted growl, as his good hand made a grab for Stanley's backside. Because why not? It was the truth (and he'd shapeshifted into his lover's 1990s film actress crush, so safe to say he didn't mind shopping a bit either). "But, oh, you mean the merchandise..."
He grasped one of those mirrored balls, his reflection distorted like a funhouse image as he peered at it, how red and shiny it was. "Suppose we need a menorah, first and foremost?"