"What do you mean all our family members are coming?" she asked in shock as they looked for the perfect Christmas tree to cut because Laz didn't want a fake tree.
"I mean Laurel, Evelyn, your dad, my dad, Leo, Leon, and Danny are coming to New York in a few hours since tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and we are so late on literally everything," Laz said, tapping the back of a tall tree.
"Laz! Why wouldn't you tell me about something so serious?" she breathed out cold air.
"Well, you were kidnapped. I had a hard time hiding that from your friends and family," he said.
"It doesn't matter! I would have at least..." she panicked.
"At least what, when you were hurt?" he asked in a stern voice. "Less talking, more finding, Frida."
"Well, that's a lot of sass coming from a guy who wouldn't just buy a tree and rather make us find one out in the cold," she whined like a little kid, and a snowball landed on her face.
He laughed, taking wise steps back. "There, chill out," he said.
