[He watches her bustle into the main room of the cabin with a crooked little smile, but blinks in surprise at her suggestion. It's...actually not a bad one.

With a surprised little twist of approval on his features, he follows her into the room, nodding.]

I'm okay with that...surprisingly. [He ambles towards the bar, absently scratching the side of his neck as he surveys the room.] Our ex-president's old lady was known to slap up a little tinsel during the holidays, so y'know...it's cool.

[He adds a little smile as he moves towards the bar.]

I said no decorating behind the bar, never said it was off limits. No hard stuff, but a beer won't hurt anything. It's there if you want it.