Sera didn't take the notion that we couldn't just haul the entire goddamn tree with us along the way too well. I dunno, maybe she thought I'd pull out a wheelbarrow from some broom closet somewhere or something and happily break my back trying to lug it all the way home.
I couldn't believe I actually had to reassure her that the nice cashier lady would take care of business and even had her swear out loud that everything will be delivered to the house by the evening. It was the only thing I could do to satiate her dubious growling.
Seriously, lore-wise, she's around the same age as me, and yet she's worse than Sammy when she was eight. I'm aware social norms weren't exactly her forte, but c'mon… it's like trying to drag a screaming child away from a toy store, and at least the child won't skewer you with some mangled-appendage-eldritch-abomination if you piss them off too much.