[ They can raise a lot of mutual agreements on why this mistletoe is, in fact, stupid and an abomination. ]

I don't have big plans or anything. But I am hungry.

[ He went his whole life not getting a chance to really think about things like this. The whole... romance. Thing. Kissing. This day is not the way he ever planned on getting a chance to think about or do them, let alone however many chances have cropped up.

If he spirals out thinking about how much choice anybody really does have when these plants turn up without any permission, though, he's pretty sure it's a long-term crash waiting to happen.

Finn brings an arm up, which takes a bit of doing in limited space, specifically to gesture back and forth between them before he drops it again. ]

So where-? If we did, do we just... pick somewhere? See what happens?