[That might confirm Junna's suspicions that she's French. She smiles a little, but doesn't comment.

There's a nod -- and then a laugh, as she looks around.]

"At Christmas, I no more desire a rose than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth; but like of each thing that in season grows." [If it sounds like a quote, it is. Junna smiles brighter, then she nods.] Every season has its place and its charm, I think.

And knowing the green will be back makes me appreciate it even more!