Possibly, I'm Insane

He should have known that when Eames said he wanted reindeer for Christmas, he meant real reindeer. They already have river hallways and an indoor forest.

Arthur looks at the reindeer in their courtyard. “Where did you even get it?”

“Money talks,” Eames says, so apparently now they’re involved in underground reindeer trafficking.

“But what are we going to do with it? We can’t keep a reindeer!”

Eames pouts. “You said I could have a reindeer!”

“I thought you meant a fake one covered in white lights!”

Eames considers. “We could put lights on its antlers, actually. There’s an idea.”

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“What if,” said Lucky, “we got a reindeer?”

“No,” said Arthur.

“Why not?” asked Eames.

“Why not?” said Arthur. “Eames, we live in a penthouse apartment in Lisbon. Where are we keeping a reindeer?”

“We have a rooftop,” Lucky said. “Reindeer live on rooftops.”

“No, they don’t. Where’d you get that idea?”

“Santa’s reindeer live on rooftops, darling,” Eames said.

“Hang on, you want one of Santa’s reindeer?” Arthur asked Lucky.

“I mean,” said Eames, “if anyone can pull off stealing one of Santa’s reindeer for their kid, I think it’s us.”

“I hear sleigh bells already,” said Lucky happily.