Iris did not really have any recreational activities to speak of in Paris. In the two years she had lived here, her life had consisted of going to work and coming home to sleep. She had become a thoroughly dutiful working drone. After Lucas asked his question, she stayed silent for a long while and could not come up with a single answer. She searched every corner of her mind and finally said, hesitantly, "Christmas is just a few days away. When in Rome, I suppose. Should we go buy some things and decorate the place a little?"
The word "home" made Lucas narrow his eyes with satisfaction. "Alright."
He finally let go of her. Iris did not pause for a second and made a direct dash for the bathroom. By the time she came out, Lucas had already tied on the apron and was busy at the kitchen coun
