He frowned gently as she handed him part of the bundle, remembering how frustrating it was to get these untangled last year. It was funny, actually, because he made sure to put them away nice and neat in little piled every year, and didn’t touch them until Christmas the next year, and when he went to take them out, they were always, ALWAYS tangled like this. Must’ve been magic. “What’re these for?”

“For our nest~!”

“Our–” his expression softens as he realizes what she’s got planned. “That’ll be lovely.” he said, smiling