She mostly smiled. “Well, I will. Survived the whole thing with the fire monster thing a month or two back. And Thanksgiving. I’m sure I can live another day.” She says, looking at what was going on. “Singing in front of the door? What’s that for?” She asked.

"Fire mons-" Alex was cut off by her question, and with hands still in his pockets, he leaned away to look at the what the woman was talking about. With a curious glance, he offered an answer. "Christmas, birthday of out lord. You don't know how hard I looked for a church around here but, couldn't get one. So now- we're celebrating in a different way." He took one hand out of his coat to gesture to the singing men with mugs of beer. "See?"