"And a little early. How's this for a treat?" Tinsel replied. She held up a bottle of Kahlua as an entry token, and stepped into the apartment. "Get these on you," she said, holding out a bag containing comfy Christmas flannelette pyjamas, of which she was already wearing some under her coat.
She paused as she looked around the apartment. "Niiice," she said in approval, before her eyes fell on the wall of Hermes. "Well that's a statement."