He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Is it really that funny?"
Celeste Grant said, "I don't normally laugh, but I can't help myself! HAHAHAHA... My dear Archfiend, your craftsmanship is something else. Back in my hometown, they'd probably declare this an item of intangible cultural heritage."
Javier Sinclair blushed and looked away, muttering, "I made all of these by hand. They'll look so festive wherever we hang them. And if we have a daughter someday, she can play with them." 'Our daughter will surely love them.'
Hearing this, Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at him.
'Festive?'
'You must have a very different definition of festive!'
'Wait a minute... He wants to give them to our daughter as toys?'
An image flashed through Celeste Grant's mind: a beautiful little girl standing in a pile of skulls, a sinister grin spreading across her face. 'Yikes, that's terrifying.'
'That's a mental image I'd rather not see.'
