The invite had been a bit ridiculous, but Allison was curious enough to see what Five had in store. Though she's had many good Christmases in the past with proper decorations and gifts and traditions to make sure Claire got the sort of childhood the Hargreeves kids never did, it still feels odd to be doing it now. Once everyone was gone, there hadn't been any real reason to get them all together again for a holiday they'd never celebrated.

A Hargreeves Christmas is an alien concept, but Allison is navigating the day carefully, with cheer and (sometimes forced) optimism.

The house they're standing in front of as Five gives his little speech comes as a shock. Allison has a million questions, such as how the hell he got the money to get such a big home, but those can wait. She can get out of her apartment now, move into a building with her siblings and feel much safer, much more like a home away from home. If they have to be stuck here, then at least they can have a home that Allison will help make damn sure is as far away from the Academy as she can manage.

"Five," she breathes out, staring at him, then up at the building, then back down to him. Questions of money aside, he's done this for them, as a family. Allison knew he did think of them, and much of his crazy focus on the apocalypse involved making sure they were all okay, but this...it's actual physical proof that Five does have a soft, squishy center somewhere in there. She'll take it, and give him a proper thank you when she can get a moment alone with him later.

Allison beams, and claps her hands together in excitement. "Is there a backyard? Or a garden? I call the room with the best view!"