"Neal, give me your hat."

"I'm not giving you my hat," Neal said indignately. "It's my hat. You can't take my hat!"

Diana plucked the hat off his head and tossed it to her boss.

"If he locks it in his desk drawer again, I'm blaming you," Neal told her sulkily.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Like a desk lock would stop you. One of these folded pieces of paper has a christmas tree drawn inside, and whoever picks it out of this hat get's to plan the office party." Everybody groaned, except Neal, who rubbed his hands together. Peter scowled at him. "Not you."

Jones drew first, unfolding his piece of paper as Diana reached in. The odds were good, re reminded herself. There were enough people in he department that there was almost no chance she was really going to get stuck planning the party. She unfolded her paper.

She gave out a small moan of dread. As soon as the sound left her mouth, Neal hovered over to take a look at her piece of paper. "Hey Peter, you call that a Chistmas tree? That's one sad-"

"Shut up Caffrey," she snapped.

"Seriously, Diana, if you need any help..."

"No," Peter cut in sharply. "No helping Diana."

"You jealous?"

"Boss, why can't we just make Caffrey do it?" she questioned, managing to keep the whine out of her voice. "He's good at this sort of thing. He wants to."

"I know. That worries me." Peter tried to shoo her back to her desk.

She grabbed Neal's hat off his head again instead.

"What is with you and my hat?" he yelled, startled.

"Hey, calm down," she told him. "I'm just borrowing it for a second."

"Look, I'll get you your own for Christmas, just-"

"Okay!" She held up the hat. "I'm going to pass this hat around, and everybody is going to chip in, and we're going to hire Mrs. Burke to plan this thing. Sound good?"

"Hey, you can't do that," Peter protested, and Diana stared at him hard. And as money filled the hat, he surrendered.