Relieved that some of the tension from Christmas seemed to have dissipated between them, Alvin stacked the last of the crates he'd been moving around and dusted his hands off on his pants. The smile was more of what he was used to seeing on Miss Thompsett's features and he relaxed a little. "Sure," he wasn't sure what good he would be here, but the flowers part was never what he was any good at, had always left that up to Zinnia and her sisters, taking on more of the grunt work, but he could stand there and be a placeholder just fine.

"Like this?" He asked as he took up the garland in hand and tried to hold it up toward where it was indicated. He wasn't quite tall enough, but hopefully she could levitate it up from there? He was good at charms, maybe he could help with that if she couldn't get it to stick. Making things fly and float was part of his skill set, after all.