Sam felt like crap. It wasn't something to say gingerly- the way she felt, admitting to that tabby that she couldn't remember them, their faces, their names? It kind of stung. But, she supposed, busying herself with other things, brought her attention away from it. She had searched in their storage- having an NPC show her the way there was more then a little embarrassing- and brought forth a plethora of fall themed decorations.
That's when she had raised her voice, turning her head towards the stairs of the mansion. She was unsure where her counterpart was. "Ilya! I have the goods." She called, turning her head back towards the pile she had hauled out. And, slowly, Sam had started to take some leaf-strung tinsel, winding it into the bannister of the stairs. She worked methodically, stair by stair, her paws bringing it up, over, back through, then the next stair.
Whenever the rather.. fluffy counterpart of hers decided to show up, she'd look towards him. "If you could set some pumpkins or the like on the tables? Kind of like centerpieces." She prompted, moving to the other bannister.
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