All of Q's little projects have been safely stowed away in Q's room, out of reach of nosy fathers (and not-really-boyfriends, for that matter). The flat is, in general, a bit tidier, in anticipation of visitations. And there's actual food in the kitchen, miracle of miracles.
It makes Q uncomfortable, too.
"That seems right, I think. Put the lights on, and then work the ornaments in around those." Should be easy enough, in theory.