//Absolutely not that many lights.//

And yet, here they were. Tied together with what ought to have been just barely enough lights for the tiny tree that was sitting nearby.

Jono gave another small squirm, hoping perhaps to free one arm so that he could try to inch downward, to maybe slide the string over his head. Of course, this meant that he was now pressed up against her, almost chest-to-chest, and wondering if he'd have better luck just smacking his forehead against the wall a few times, instead.

//Might as well get comfortable, I suppose.//