[Her features soften upon hearing his sincere response. There's a strange, but not an unpleasant sensation that envelopes her insides as Monts takes in his words and his expressions and it only takes her a second to recognize it as fondness. She's so fond of him, she wonders if it's safe for either of them.

There's a short exhale as Monts runs one hand through her hair.]

Well... I'll cut to the chase.

[She points at the mistletoe.]

There's a western Christmas tradition involving mistletoe. The long and short of it is that if two people find themselves standing underneath it, they're supposed to kiss.

[A shrug.]

And usually, it's not magic, so you have a choice whether to follow through or not. But you know... I wouldn't mind it.

[Another short pause before she asks with a surprising amount of hesitation.]

Would you?