It must have been the mistletoe

[ersatzdivinity]

Kissing. Being kissed. Tis the season.

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[granularity]

He doesn't drink alcohol, considering what he does most nights, but he does do all kinds of warm beverages. He gives her a nod, stands up, and then finishes it with a playful bow before he heads for the kitchen.

When he comes out, it's with damn fine mocha for her, a black coffee for him, and a little bowl for collecting the wrappers.

"Quick enough for a tip?"

[girlsjustwannahavepun]

Mocha is totally fine, more than fine even, and she takes the mug and inhales deeply with an appreciative noise, eyes closed. "I'll even make it double, if this tastes as good as it smells," she teases, holding up two of those golden coins between her fingers. "This is perfect. A hot drink, chocolate, games, good company. What do you usually do for Christmas? If you aren't working." She's got some ideas of her own percolating, but never hurts to ask, anyway.

[granularity]

"Usually, I read or I watch Christmas movies all night," he offers with a grin as he sips at his own drink. The coffee is good, because he is a picky picky man when it comes to his caffeine, the company is better, and the night is warm with the fireplace going.

[girlsjustwannahavepun]

"There room for one more in that marathon?" Before, she would have figured he'd spend the holiday with the rest of them. With someone, anyone else. But they won't ask, or if they do, he won't accept, and she's not letting that be a thing that happens anymore. It's too sad, and he's too...well, that's it. He's too. And so she's gonna be that way.

[granularity]

He glances over at her.

"If you don't have anywhere else to be."

It's his usual way of letting people off the hook, making sure they weren't just being nice or putting themselves out.