Helen lifts a brow, the smile on her face a bit lopsided. "Highly suspect," she muses in a tone laced with good humour. "I suspect you're up to no good," Helen pauses, eyes drifting upward toward the sprig of mistletoe overhead. "Or trying to avoid the holiday cheer and failing."
She points up as she steps closer, a mischievous look sparkling in her eyes. Without further explanation, Helen leans in, pressing her lips softly to his. "Merry Christmas, Nikola."
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She points up as she steps closer, a mischievous look sparkling in her eyes. Without further explanation, Helen leans in, pressing her lips softly to his. "Merry Christmas, Nikola."