Helen nods, turning to leave (though not before grabbing her eggnog). Helen didn't doubt Nikola would follow, after all it isn't as if he'll get an invitation to her bedroom again in the foreseeable future.

Pushing open the door, she gestures to the step ladder near the bed. With the vaulted ceilings, even on the ladder in heels, Helen was at least a foot or more too short to reach the annoying sprigs of mistletoe.