Quinn bends down into the box of ornaments, pulling out a blue one before placing it on the tree.
It's Thursday, one of the few nights where they both planned on doing absolutely nothing except decorate the tree.
Except, Puck's nowhere to be found. Come to think of it, neither is Beth.
She steps over the box as she goes off in search of her husband and daughter. Her feet are already sore from the few moments of standing.
Child number two's already on his way. She's capping it at two and leaving it at that, unless Puck plans to give birth to child number three.
"Puck?" she calls out in search of him. "Beth?"
She finds them in the breezeway. Standing by the doorway, she listens in as Puck finishes his story.
"You get to light the last candle," he tells her, pulling out the matches as he brings her up to the menorah.
Beth carefully strikes a match, lighting the last candle on the menorah before Puck puts her down.
"You used to do this with nana every year?" Beth asks.
Puck nods. "Your aunt Sarah and I would take turns lighting the candles each night."
Quinn smiles, turning away. She'll let them enjoy the last night of Hanukkah. Christmas decorating can start tomorrow.