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“Don't be a Grinch,” Hen pleads. “The more vertically-challenged among us would really appreciate your help.”
She bats her eyelids for effect, but he deadpans her. It's a very un-Buck-like expression.
“Isn't that why ladders were invented?”
He goes back to his book and she tries not to take it personally: she'd be plenty bitchy herself if Christmas had come around while Chim was still in Boston. Not having Eddie or Chris in his orbit this year – and right after the breakup too - must be killing him. Chim shoots Hen a sympathetic look, skips the song about giving one's heart away, and they continue their decoration around the silent Buck-shaped storm on the couch.