"In that case, you're hired." Alison grinned at Rogue, completely oblivious to any potential tension. She was in her seasonal zone, now. Nothing short of an attack on the castle by Christmas elves was going to shake her out of it.

Or a mood swing. Whichever came first.

"I have a big box of ornaments in the living room just waiting to be hung. And stockings I want to finish stitching names onto."