Meredith ducks her head, strangely self-conscious. "Then you really should come decorate," she says lightly, then leans in to kiss him once more. It's a sentiment she can understand, though; there's a certain pleasure in getting him to laugh, even if it's not quite as rare as it used to be. Reaching behind her for one of his hands, she bites back a grin. "I'm sure that'd give me all kinds of reasons to laugh. I can't believe it's almost Christmas already. Again."