[Well, that's an incredibly kind thing to say about these garishly tacky trees. Diana likes her already.]

It is rather unsettling. I much prefer the real thing. I wonder if there's anywhere that does sell real trees?

[She glances around, as if one will serendipitously appear. When it doesn't, a small smile finds her lips.]

I suppose we could always try to find our own.

[She may or may not be suggesting they go cut down a tree from one of the parks.]