"Oh. Right." Jesus, Jessica. The world did not revolve around you. Even if it felt like it was crumbling down on her head at any given moment. She went to go sit in what was now 'her' chair; Clark got the couch to himself, big boy that he was. She tapped her fingers on the armrests, looking anywhere but at him. "Guess you're into that whole holiday shit, considering you've decked the place out."