Abel rubs the back of his head a little sheepishly at the labyrinth his neighbor had to navigate to get inside, but he seemed well-practiced and, if he's honest with himself... this really isn't out of the norm, is it? Jacob is probably more than used to it by now. Clearly Abel is the best at corralling his children from making an utter mess of things.

"Mm, definitely...! Any time that gives me the excuse to eat copious amounts of cookies in name of celebration is a good time by me," he says with a little thumb's up. If he were honest with himself, he might think of how strange and surreal this week had been... but he wasn't, and wouldn't, not while he had more important things to dwell on. It was Christmas Eve, and he was in good company. Beloved company.

He tucked one of the kiddo's toys in the chest that had caused this disastrous mess, before gesturing Jacob toward the study. It would be less of a ruckus there. "I think you might be able to hear yourself think in here... maybe. Do you want some hot chocolate or anything...?"