Marielle blinked up at the green little sprig above her and Bodge. A perplexed look on her face. Looking down to her friend who seemed to have noticed it as well and seemed to be expecting something. But what was her friend expecting? She had no clue. Perhaps she needed to find out information on these strange holiday customs people around this part enjoyed.

“It is a pretty green sprig, Bodge friend.” Marielle said as she gently patted the top of Bodge’s head. Not sure what else to do about it or what was expected. Perhaps a head pat would work.