Can I not go?
Raizel's sensitive nose twitched at the scent of sandalwood in the air. When Lyle had asked him if he minded him cleaning and redecorating the house, he had agreed half mindedly. He never knew that it would turn out to be so..so..bothersome.
He watched the young boy cleaning the fireplace and carefully lighting scented wood.
He sighed, "Is there a purpose to this?"
Lyle smiled at him, "Yes. It is cold. It will warm up the house."
Raizel sipped the large cup of hot chocolate that Lyle made for him before answering, "We are cultivators. This little cold means nothing to us."
Placing the last log in order, Lyle retorted without even looking back, "It is in the spirit of Christmas to light a log."
"Christmas? What's that?"
Lyle scoffed. This joke never gets old with cultivators. Every year, he will hear someone saying it. At least, Raizel did not dress up as Santa Claus.
"In the spirit of Winter, then."