"Doesn't that make your teeth rot?"
"It's worse when you're with 'em!" Andrew snickered.
Zara passed Andrew another box of decorations from the bowels of the shed, surreptitiously observing Dakarai and Megan being cute at each other on the other side of the garden. The bright orangey yellows of the Christmas bush caught her eye. Around this time of year, especially among the people that celebrated Christmas, there seemed to be a tradition of kissing under mistletoe. The whys were lost in the annals of time (unless one cared to look of course). Andrew's ears perked up as Zara's trademark cheeky grin suddenly crossed her face.
"What are you thinking?" he asked with a smile, accurately sensing that he was about to be dragged into something.
"See the Christmas bush?"
Andrew grinned as he caught her train of thought.
