With a smirk playing at her lips, Petra shifted the box of creepy ornaments under her arm.
"You're not so bad yourself, Elisabeth. You've got that British suave thing happening," Petra didn't bother to hide the fact that her eyes were sweeping over the other woman's body. Elisabeth was in great shape, and she really was quite gorgeous.
"Thank you," she said quietly, moving past Elisabeth and going to sand in front of her tree. "So, I brought the league of creepy Santas," she tossed the box to the floor, putting her hands on her hips and turning to face her companion.