“Because they’ll electrocute themselves,” Bea answered. “Or get the glass stuck between their teeth.” And without someone with some honest to god vet skills Bea just didn’t want to risk injury to her dog. She was finally getting to the point where she liked the animal more often than she was frustrated with her. “
That was the thing she still wasn’t used to, having to explain phrases, or almost all the things she said. Kids could be exhausting when it came to that. “It means she has to have things exactly the right effing way,” she answered, laughing when Vienna reminded them she was still in the room.
“You absolutely are, V.” Bea’s room might’ve looked like a bomb went off when they were growing up, but Vienna’s had always looked pristine. “You remember the state of your walk-in?” Walk-in closets were a long forgotten luxury; even before the zombies Bea hadn’t had much space. Hell, her old apartment would have fit into her bedroom growing up, with room to spare.
Shooing Ada away from the tree and the lights, she began to get to work getting the string back in order. “Okay, I think we’re set,” she announced to her nephew. “Now onto the most important part.” She started at the top of the tree with the lights, winding it around with Ledger’s help. “And once they’re all on there, we’ll check and see if they okay, and move them if they don’t.”