"Yeah, no kidding," Hiro mumbles, absently rubbing the side of his face. "Forget mind control, you shoulda seen my face a couple weeks ago. Got punched. Not attractive." If there's more to the story, he doesn't elaborate, and probably won't even if she presses him. He can talk about it, but he's still not keen on giving the details until he figures out more of them for himself.

He twists the flower crown so it hangs neatly on his wrist and waves in the general direction of the tree. "I'm gonna go get rid of this thing. I figure decorating the tree is the easiest way to do that, since they're doing it anyway. Wanna come?"