This year was different, certainly; the whole atmosphere was off, in a good way. Not that people weren't fighting, but there was less of a bitter tone, as far as Theo was any judge. It wasn't hard to tell that the war was over.
"A puzzle," he said, shifting to face her and holding it out so she could watch as he went through a few twists. "You try to make every side be a colour. Like this." He managed to get all the reds lined up, which did no good as the rest of the cube was beyond him. So far.