Peter needn't have worried. If Daisy did not want to be exactly where she was everyone and their mother the next county over would become aware. As for playing hide with an unwitting seeker, well she would neither confirm nor deny that it was a childhood habit.
Skirting past a crone she'd spotted in the corner of her eye, Daisy nodded and turned back around. Immediately she began to search for the perfect tree for her uncle and his home. A spruce, she nodded to herself as she tugged the end of her scarf a bit tighter. It wasn't cold, yet, but she probably should have worn a heavier jumper to gallivant out and about.
"Are we doing a theme this year? Or are we just doing as gaudy as possible?"