(Everyone is in Spain, at the hotel we're staying at, lugging their sorry bottoms up to our suites. Cept Lid, who is off on a secert mission she'll be returning from in about 3 lines or so. Even Queenie and Dexter are here, bearing donuts and tomfoolery!)
Lid poofed back to the hotel, but about an hour before the Mafia would arrive. She dashed up to the suite, arms filled with carzy-awesome decorations. And a noble (which she named Donna out of sentimentalism) fir tree that she borrowed in Canada, since Europe was in a lack of Christmas trees epidemic. Plus a couple huge boxes of lights and baubles for said tree. And five huge coolers, filled to the brim. Not that she was going to let anyone know what was in those. They went down to the hotel freezers, to be opened at a later date (in about 4 days, IRT, so, maybe one Mafia day). The hotel boys she conscripted dragged the boxes up to the suites, and thanking them for their efforts, flung the door closed. She had a lot of decorating to do, and only an hour to do it. Thank heavens for vampire speed.
With 5 minutes to go, she was done. Everything was shiny. Literally. Spangled. Bedecked. Slathered. Bedazzled. Absolutely covered with Christmas decorations and a buttload of glitter-snow. Snow-snow could wait. All in all, it looked fantastic. Lid smirked happily to herself, but started when she heard the elevator down the hallway ding and the tromping of a herd of very zombie-like people get out. She hurriedly poofed away to reappear just down the hallway about 30 seconds before now, so she could pretend that she'd been waiting for them the whole time.
(Something tells me that Lid should stop messing with the time-space continuum now before it explodes and covers her in glowy wowy stuff.)