( it's so far outside anythin' he's ever seen (owin', perhaps, to a dearth of teenage girls bein' a fixture in his life at any point in it) that he finds himself oddly charmed. it's like some species of fairy tale, how he imagines a princess might decorate a tower she's consigned to. his attention is on those sweet little clusters of fairy lights right up until she points out the kitchen accouterments, an' then he blinks at the line of supplies. )

Huh. How about that.

( it's said mostly to himself, as he reaches up to adjust the brim of a hat he ain't wearin'. )

Ah... apple cider's well an' fine, that'd be the one I prefer most myself. It was very kind of you to get everythin' set up like this.