Teagan and Archer and Open (Late and only partially fashionable)
"Yes," Teagan said, enthusiastically, and turned slightly so that she could put the bag right into Archer's hands. She had a tendency to take people at their word, even still, so when he'd offered to help it never even occurred to her that he might just be doing it out of politeness.
"Hold it open, like that," she instructed. With a designated bag-holder, her job of emptying said bag was much easier and would go faster. Emptying the bag was key. Teagan had no use for the presents, herself. "You can have as many as you want," she offered, keeping her voice quiet to match his own. After glancing around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, she confessed, "Most of them are candy corn."
She paused to see if he'd get the joke behind Christmas granting Halloween treats... or perhaps the silence was her way of testing if it was even a joke. Sometimes it was difficult to tell with her. Now and again she'd say something and just follow it up with a look of anticipation, no indication of what response she was expecting. This time, her smile at least indicated that she was expecting amusement of some sort. She was getting better at interactions in general, though Archer was one of the harder ones for Teagan to read. The subtle nuances of a stoic's expressions were lost on her, and because he wasn't quite like anyone else in the building, she couldn't trust the chemicals he gave off.
Not that anyone at The Red Door was fluent in chemical composition. Trying to interpret a human that way was like conversing with someone who spoke only in charades. Vampires were far worse. Teagan tried not to be too judgmental about it though, telling herself that they couldn't help it. It wasn't their fault. But while they couldn't, and it wasn't, it sure didn't make it any easier to hold a conversation.
It occurred to her that she should say something nice about his costume, since he was helping her out with hers, but he looked like he always did. She couldn't tell what he was supposed to be, and didn't want to comment before she could suss it out. That was politeness. Perhaps he was a concept. Normalcy personified. Oh, that was probably it! The air around her became just a little bit sweeter, with a slightly higher oxygen content, as she asked Archer, "Are you normal?"