"What's a Christmas tree?" Moana looked over her shoulder as she stepped through the front door of the inn. Her path turned once inside and headed towards the door that lead into the kitchen. She didn't have to look at where she was going, unless someone decided to move a table in front of the kitchen door.

"I've almost been here for a year now. I don't think I'll ever get used to the snow." She really really hated the snow and cold weather.