"No," Meredith retorts, burying her hands in her pockets, "it's me being confused." Despite that, she grins, the weirdness of it starting to prove funny instead of just absurd. "I didn't take you for the decorating kind, that's all." But then, she and Cristina haven't been able to muster up enough Christmas or Hanukkah spirit between them to do anything with their house, except maybe to take down some of what the island stuck on it.