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Nov. 26th, 2018 04:41 pmCount this as one more thing he hasn't done in a long damn time.
The last time Hopper bought a Christmas tree, it had barely fit up the stairs of their apartment building in New York and now there are so many damn options he's not actually sure where he and Beverly are going to start. They've got a vague plan. Get a Christmas tree. Get decorations. Set up the Christmas tree.
But that doesn't even scratch the surface. In a place like this, the options are nearly endless. They can go down to the end of the block where a guy is selling nice looking real trees out of a small lot, which is what Hopper is used to, but then those die and shed needles everywhere and he's going to be shit about remembering to put water in the little reservoir at the bottom. So he's thinking about a fake tree, just going to the mall with Beverly and getting one that comes in a box, the lights already attached and ready to go. But that doesn't smell real, no matter what kind of scents they might offer in a spray bottle he can buy for just an extra ten bucks.
"Hey, kid," he calls, tapping a pen against one of the fliers he got in their mailbox for the store at the mall selling fake trees. "Fake or real?"
The rest they can decide when they're actually face to face with the decorations, but that's a question they need to answer up front.
The last time Hopper bought a Christmas tree, it had barely fit up the stairs of their apartment building in New York and now there are so many damn options he's not actually sure where he and Beverly are going to start. They've got a vague plan. Get a Christmas tree. Get decorations. Set up the Christmas tree.
But that doesn't even scratch the surface. In a place like this, the options are nearly endless. They can go down to the end of the block where a guy is selling nice looking real trees out of a small lot, which is what Hopper is used to, but then those die and shed needles everywhere and he's going to be shit about remembering to put water in the little reservoir at the bottom. So he's thinking about a fake tree, just going to the mall with Beverly and getting one that comes in a box, the lights already attached and ready to go. But that doesn't smell real, no matter what kind of scents they might offer in a spray bottle he can buy for just an extra ten bucks.
"Hey, kid," he calls, tapping a pen against one of the fliers he got in their mailbox for the store at the mall selling fake trees. "Fake or real?"
The rest they can decide when they're actually face to face with the decorations, but that's a question they need to answer up front.
