"Grow them?" He echoed. "Mate, it'd take a million years to grow a tree this tall," he pointed out.
Well, maybe only half a million.
"Yeah," he nodded. "My plan's better."
When James slung an arm around him, he leaned over to kiss his cheek before nodding. "Sound plan, starting with the tree. I got loads of stuff. Tinsel and garlands and those flashy lights," he reported proudly.