"This is reminding me that I should really figure out what I should get for my mother." Pete mused idly before clearing his throat a little, moving in quickly to explain a little better. "Not that my mother is interested in liquor or cigars. I...don't think. Just the idea of Christmas shopping for parental figures." He stopped talking, at least long enough to get the mental image of his mother with a giant cigar hanging out of the side of her mouth out of his head.
"Mmm, spiced cider sounds fantastic." He could almost taste it, smell it. It was probably a good idea to think about warm, delicious things when it was so cold outside anyway. "I think the people who run the tree farm do that sort of thing, but we could definitely plant one on the school grounds. Maybe we could get something special. Something we don't already have."
There was a notable difference in landscape when they crossed into the tree farm, and Pete could see the roof of the small seller's kiosk a bit ahead. "Do you guys want to pick one out while I go pay?"