Stan grinned and gave her a nod of approval as she raised her mug to him when she did finally agree. "Thank you, I can't tell you how difficult it's been trying to convince people of that around here. In the beginning I was convinced I wouldn't even be able to last a month." But even when the town folks hadn't completely understood what he was bringing to them they still stopped in and helped keep the little dream alive.
Of course Stan found himself suddenly having what was practically a coughing fit as she quirked an eyebrow at him. He was most certainly going to die if this kept up, but on the other hand it had been a long time since there had been anyone in town who actually knew how to taunt and tease like that, he'd probably been out of the game too long to be any good at it anymore, but he certainly didn't mind the attention now. "I don't think tiny is the word I'd choose."
Whistling Stan's eyebrows rose a little when she admitted she was a journalist, and out here to write about small town holidays. "Well I think you probably picked the right town for it." He told her. "They take Christmas pretty seriously around here. You saw the whole set up when you came into town right?" He asked, the town got decked out in holly and lights and all things Christmas even before Thanksgiving. And of course there was the nightly markets with stalls for little treats and crafts and hot chocolate and Santa's village.
"It's not really my thing, but I could show you around a little, if you wanted a guide?" He offered, okay that wasn't exactly subtle, but subtle didn't really seem to be the sort of thing that Beverly was interested in.