"Five minutes ago we were talking about seeing if we could get permits to cut down a tree next year. Why tell us we were going to a tree farm in the first place?" Pete raised a hand, rubbing with his thumb and forefinger at the bridge of his nose, trying to not get any more annoyed than he was. He tried to trick his brain to just absorb the idea that it was a genuine mistake and sighed before replying. "Okay, we'll head back and just go to a farm. An actual farm. I'll pay, we'll bring the tree back, decorate it, and start looking into permits for next year so we don't run into this problem again."
He reached a hand out in a silent offer to take the axe again, knowing it had been too heavy for Kitty a few minutes earlier. "Most places don't cut their trees down until after they're picked out anyway, and a lot of them will let you do it yourself. We'll still get to lug an axe around and watch me drag giant foliage all over the place. I think I know one that has does apple picking some seasons too. They'll probably have fresh cider, caramel apples, that sort of thing."