Honestly, he had no idea what he was doing, working on dim memories from his childhood. He had never really decorated his place back on Earth, not since he left home, so he was working off of base intuition. He didn’t even know why he was doing it. Nothing he was doing even meant anything to anyone here, and it was not as if he ever had guests over who could ask about it. It just felt right that a home, if this was to be his home, should be dressed and cared for, whatever the occasion.