tis the season

[deployed]

IT'S THE MISTLETOE MEME!!

congratulations, you and some other poor suspecting fool are trapped under the mistletoe and only a kiss will set you free.
enjoy your holiday hijinks.

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:^)

[lavelly]

[Lavellan doesn't really understand the point of the holiday in general, much less how tying dead plants to things relates to it, so he has no idea the significance of where he's happened to lounge against the wall. But here's Sam as well, and he likes Sam, so that's something.

He offers a muted little wave.]

Evening.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Considering Sam's the one who's been decorating the place and hanging the mistletoe, he definitely has an idea of the significance of what Lavellan's standing under.

But he doesn't comment on it, not quite yet, because he'd been looking for Lavellan for another reason. He'd rather give him the gift he got for him before he goes into traditions that involve kissing. ]

Hey, man, I was hoping to find you. I got something for you.

[lavelly]

[Lavellan raises an eyebrow, his only concession to being surprised. He doesn't like being caught off guard at the best of times, and that stubbornly persists even wen the people around him can literally read his feelings.

Chances are, what Sam wants with him is harmless, but he still doesn't like the uncertainty. It's odd; almost like the deeper intimacy makes him less inclined to be open with them all. He feels almost paranoid around them, now.]

Something for me. [He intones.] Nothing too unpleasant, I hope.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Don't sound so excited. [ He's teasing, but also geez, Lavellan, lighten up.

Still, he does get not enjoying being caught off guard, especially in a place like this - they've probably all had enough unpleasant surprises and uncertainty to last a while, and Sam's practical enough to know it's not like they're gonna stop - so he sets down the pile of decorations he'd been carrying to pull out a box with a bow. ]

It's a Christmas present. It's a holiday back home, kind of a winter solstice thing. You get together with friends and family and exchange gifts, have a big dinner, go to parties, that kind of thing.

surprise bitch

[lavelly]

[Recognition dawns.] Oh. Wintersend. We have much the same, though without the gift giving. Everything in our clan already belonged to everyone else.

[Then he looks down, sheepish.]

I don't have anything for you. I'm sorry. [And he means it: he does consider Sam a friend, and wouldn't want Sam to think otherwise.]