"Ugly sweaters are important for the holidays," Beverly agreed. "Especially if there's a party or anything." Was there going to be a party? There had been a snowball fight, and Richie caught himself a death cold from it - but something distinctly Hanukkah-Christmasy seemed to be in order. People would need something to wear for it.
Plus, she just liked the idea of hopping around - it seemed like this town had been built up from scratch and it had a long way to go, so if they wanted it to flourish there had to be people willing to put in the work for it? It also catered to the side of her that just couldn't sit still sometimes.
Maybe she had a touch of ADHD like some of her friends. Or maybe it was the anxious energy, channeled through cigarettes. "Well, is there anything in particular you want me to work on?" she asked. "A project or...something. Or I can fold. I'm always ready to fold."