Well, not even Beverly was immune to this kind of charm. It was kind of nice to see, kind of nice to be allured by the scent of freshly baked Christmas cake coming from one of the nearby bakeries amidst the bustling streets; there was even an enormous Christmas tree adorned with glistening ornaments and glowing fairy lights, she caught sight of it was they went into the village and wandered along.
"I used to not be into all of this, but who knows - maybe I've seen the light," she teased, swiping a cluster of red and green from one of the stalls (she plunked down the requisite five dollars too, don't worry) - apparently it was a fungus and the best way to get it down from trees was to shoot it down, how quaint.
An extension of her arm brought the grace of fingers to the back of Stan's hand, and she tugged him closer. And there was a drop of long lashes as she stretched to hold her recent purchase up over his head. "So, this mistletoe came out of nowhere," she said coyly.