He was lucky that she didn't start singing The Lumberjack Song at him (although it was certainly something that she was thinking very loudly).
"Christmas?" She blinked. Back home it was still November! She accepted the jacket with a grateful nod and then looked around again. There were Christmas decorations up and about... and that beard sure wasn't there the last time that she spoke to him.
Prue's eyes widened. "Eric. We were," she looked down at the kids, trying to censor herself, "we were going to see him." She gave Jeremy a long look to indicate what she meant. "Please tell me that he's here." And not dead or dying without you and the kids there by his side, she thought.