"My tribal chief," Paul Heyman says, inclining his head slightly as Roman walks by.
"Told you, Wise Man, you don't need to keep the act up while we're not on TV," Roman says with a sigh, dropping down in his favorite chair and waving a hand lazily.
"Right, my apologies," Paul says, lifting his eyes and staring at Roman. "Is there anything you need of me right now?"
"Actually, yeah," Roman says, looking around. "Place looks kinda barren." He glances at Paul. "Wanna help me and the kids decorate?"
Paul blusters, gaping at Roman. "Um. Certainly, my tribal chief. Where... where do we begin?"
Roman hums. "There's an unopened box of new things in the other room, why don't you bring that in here, we'll unpack it and see what the kids think later. It's on the table, hard to miss."
"Oh," Paul says. "Certainly. Yes." He walks into the other room and grimaces at having to help set up for Christmas, when he spots the box and lifts it. It doesn't feel that heavy, to his relief, and he makes his way back to Roman's side with it. "What is this?" he wonders, setting it carefully down in front of Roman when the unified champion motions there.
Roman shrugs. "Why don't you open it and see?" he suggests. When Paul simply stands there and stares, Roman rolls his eyes and nudges the box towards him. "Go ahead," he says simply, watching and waiting as Paul finally starts to pry the box open.
Paul's about got it halfway open when he catches sight of something inside and freezes, looking up at Roman again. "Sir," he says low.
"Go ahead, Paul," Roman says, staring at him.
Paul exhales slowly and finishes tearing the box open, gingerly lifting a sparkling, brand new menorah out of the depths of the box. "Roman," he breathes out.
"It's your holiday season too," Roman says. "The first year, we didn't really know each other well enough, and, well, last year..." He hesitates, makes a face, then shrugs. "But this year, well, it feels right, doesn't it? Besides, always good for the kids to learn new traditions, and everything." He searches Paul's face. "If that's alright with you, anyway."
"It's... it's incredible," Paul exhales, staring reverently at the menorah. "Thank you, sir. I... I appreciate this more then I can describe."
Roman grins. "C'mon, Wise Man, let's find a good place to put it."
Halfway down the hall, Heyman asks, "Are we also doing eight presents this year as well, my tribal chief?"
Roman doesn't say anything for a long time. "Maybe next year," he says.
Heyman huffs out a laugh. "Oh thank god," he mumbles. "I would have no idea where to begin for eight gifts for all of your family this late in the season, my tribal chief."
Roman laughs. "Trust me, Christmas and birthdays alone are a hassle."
Heyman can only imagine, but, as he holds the menorah close, following behind Roman while they look for a good place to put it where it'll stay relative safe, thinks it might be time he experiences it first hand.