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[Well, he supposes that makes sense, in a human-y kind of way, though Rose isn't strictly human.

Hrm.]

Who are you celebrating it with?

[ ...good question. It occurs to her that she hasn't actually asked anyone to celebrate with her. ]

I, uh. Well, everyone living in the temple. I was hoping.

[Who all lives in the Temple? Inias doesn't really pay attention to his surroundings all that often (it's an angel thing). But he knows the Winchesters are at least familiar with the concept and he thinks maybe Castiel has celebrated the holiday before, being stuck in Adstringendum for so long. Maybe the other people in the Temple do too.

Hm.]

Angels do not celebrate human holidays, so I do not know exactly what Christmas entails.

I would be willing to try, though.

[ Eeeeee! ]

Don't worry, I can show you the ropes! It's just a lot of being merry and decorating things in red and green obnoxiously. You'll get the hang of it!

So, you'll grow me a tree?

Of course.

[A bit

uncertainly.

But Inias likes being helpful.]

Alright! Let's do this thing.

Where do you want to meet?

I am currently outside of the Temple if you wish to meet me in the front yard.

Sounds good to me!

[ She's totally there in, like, five minutes and practically bouncing up to him. ]

Hey, angel dude! How's it going?

[Angel what.]

Fine.

[Amicably enough, as he inclines his head toward her.]

Where would you like your tree?

Good question!

[ Uuhhhmmm... Give her a second. The spot needs to be just right. After a bit of checking around, she stops in a spot a few yards away. ]

Here!

[Inias watches her calmly, tilting his head slightly to watch her scope out the exact spot before following after her. He looks down at the ground, curious, before looking at her.]

How big would you like it to be?

Like... a few inches taller than Sam?

[ Sam is a good estimate okay he's a freakin' giant. Plus if it's a littler taller than him he can put on the star. It's perfect logic, really. ]

So seven feet or so! And it needs to be an evergreen tree. Like a spruce or pine or... whatever.

[ Can you tell she knows nothing about trees, Inias? Because she doesn't. ]

[Inias stoops to the ground after some careful consideration, fingers pressing into the soft soil as he extends his grace to test the ground.]

Would you like the tree to be prickly?

Maybe... a little?

[ Christmas trees are kind of prickly, aren't they? It's been so long since she's had a real one that she's not sure. ]

Just not too much! We have to decorate it, after all.

[Hm. Inias considers that for a moment or two before he presses his fingers into the soil, pouring his Grace forward with the utmost of concentration -- and then he steps backwards, gently taking Rose by the elbow to pull her backwards.

In a few moments, a blue spruce begins to sprout, growing at a steady pace until it is, as she requested, seven feet tall. He looks kind of woozy after the fact and he closes his eyes to stop the headrush, but Inias soon opens them with a faint smile.]

Is this suitable?

[ She's never actually seen an angel in action so it's... kind of cool to witness. Rose watches the tree grow with fascination.

It seems to have taken a bit of power though and she's concerned, briefly, until he smiles. Phew, okay. ]

Yeah! It's perfect. Now, we just need to find an axe and figure out how to get it inside.

I believe the Winchesters would have an --

[But he pauses, seeming to understand what she's saying, and Inias frowns deeply at her.]

Get it inside?

Well... yeah.

[ Don't you frown at her, Inias. This is part of Christmas! ]

Typically, Christmas trees are, y'know. Chopped down and put inside to decorate.

But...

[And he looks up at the tree before looking back at Rosie, frowning.]

I just grew it.

But we can't decorate it if it's outside!

What happens when it snows? All the ornaments will get ruined.

[ Because this place is lame and she can only make paper ornaments. ]

If we cut it down, it will die.

[8(]

It'll die for a good cause though! To bring Christmas cheer to the Temple.

Why can it not bring Christmas cheer outside of the Temple?

[ ... ]

It can, I guess. It's just not as fun.

[He's silent for a few minutes before he frowns deeply, looking back up at the tree again. It takes another few minutes of contemplation before Inias sighs.]

I can cut it down if you wish.

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