Alice yawned as she began hinting about the room for her suitcase, slowly shifting the chaos too and fro. Munching on the pizza. Hearing Santa's question she shot him a disapproving frown. "I have plenty of respect for myself! I'm just usually at the Timeless and when I am here..." Her pale skin flamed red with embarrassment. "Well, my head is still focused on clothes and fashions. Whenever I make it home I either work more or eat something before someone shoves food down my throat... or pass out." She gave a delicate cough. "And it's perfectly organized! I know exactly where everything is!" She rebounded with that argument. Adding on several materials, fabrics and the variety of colors she had, plus where what was. Which was all exactly as she said.

As she spoke, however, a small pile began forming next to Sasha. Ranging from what one could assume was casual to elegant gowns to the wear she usually had posted in her Facebook profile. And for a small pile, it could last a grown man for a month and she was still adding to it. 

Alice slowly began fuming quietly to herself. Her search growing more frantic and things being handled a tad more roughly. "Where is that suitcase! And wear are my sandals! And why is my Christmas tree still up!" The last was said as she looked at the tree and began moving it as if looking for something.

"Where did I put my Christmas tree box?" Alice mutters, pulling the lights off after unplugging them. "Well!"