Michael Quinn: "These things are better used than left unused, they're energy-saving and eco-friendly."
Joseph Sutton: "What about that pile that can be burned?"
Michael Quinn: "Burn a few occasionally to liven up the holiday atmosphere, no problem, right? We'll just play around in the yard. Close the door, and nobody will know."
Joseph Sutton: "You handle it."
Michael Quinn: "What did you come over for?"
Joseph Sutton: "To eat hot pot."
Michael Quinn: "..."
Inside the house, after a moment of silence, the door was pulled open.
Michael Quinn came out carrying a bunch of colorful lights, with a unique pose. Joseph Sutton wore a stern face, holding a bundle of ground lights shaped like fireworks.
"You guys are back." Michael Quinn didn't waste words, waving to the two timely laborers, "Brothers, come on, lend a hand."
Marcus Shaw: "..."
Oliver Scott: "..."
The two exchanged a silent glance, then looked at Nora Scott in unison, seeking her approval.
"Go ahead."
