[ she doesn't need to comment on that any further -- between the whole famous boy orphan thing and the inherent weirdness of living in gotham city, with all its weirdos, the holidays aren't exactly holly or jolly. she only rolls her eyes in response, a gesture he doesn't see but probably expects, and closes the distance between them. ]

Well, happy holidays, then. [ she places her hand on one end of the box hanging over his shoulder and peeks her head around it to meet him face to face, greeting him with an amused smile. ] Sweet of you to pick up a tree for the girl.

[ she's guessing, at least, but she'd put money on it. ]

You know, if you find yourself in need of a woman's touch with all the decorating... I'd be happy to drop by some time.