"The way Frank organized things, look for whatever's got the most dust on it and isn't surrounded by bottles. Hell if I know." There hasn't been much of anything to celebrate in the Kirk household for a long time. You're on your own there, Clint. Maybe it will have a pumpkin sticking out if you're lucky? "Actually, you know what? Fuck it. Let's just get decorations while we're out. Who even knows if any of that junk survived."

Jim grabs the vacuum and drags it downstairs, pausing to grab Verity's coat by the door and toss it her way.

"Come on, Ver. It'll be fastest to PINpoint back to the commercial district than it will be to shop locally, and I don't want anyone asking questions as to why I'm back in town." He's still got his boots on from Raccoon Rescue, so he's ready to go.