Chapitre 649: Treat Tree

I think it was probably the first time ever for me, seeing Sera this edge-of-her-seat ecstatic over something… yeah, sure, there were the rare and few wide-eyed with wonder moments stretched far and sparse in-between, but this… this was something else.

No glare, no growls, just pure unadulterated giddiness that her ever-elusive cloak and veil mystery vibe completely fail to shroud. The Christmas spirit must be a universal feeling, I suppose… though she did get a little annoyed when I announced I needed a shower first, like… as if maintaining one's hygiene was not important enough a need to her or something. 

Actually, has she even taken a bath before? Or does she just stand outside whenever it just starts raining and call it a day there? Should I really be dawdling on this fact? Is the thought of her in the bathtub still wrapped in her robes funny to me? Maybe.