"Good thing. Don't think anyne wants to plan your funeral a second time." He dropped his eyes, flinching inwardly. Sometimes, things like that still hurt him, digging at him like so much salt in a wound.
Shaking it off, he pushed up to his feet. "Think we should clean this mess up before Moony sees?" He inquired playfully - though he was half tempted to just leave it.
For fun, of course.
Shifting his grey gaze to the tree, he studied it and grinned. "We need something for the top," he said.
Reaching into the box, he drew out a white reindeer with a red bow and offered it to James with a lopsided grin.