Perhaps it wishes to merely grace you with its company.

[ It's half a joke, half... not. Because this city, as much as she loves it here, is kind of weird, and she really wouldn't count that out. A slender brow arches up, however, because she's not heard of such a tradition before, but it certainly sounds like a nice tradition. ]

Is it? I see. Then I suppose we've no choice but to follow through with tradition. It would be offensive otherwise, really.

[ Her tone is gentle, full or mirth, and there's a warm smile to accompany her words as she moves to sit her hot chocolate down because honestly, the last thing she wants to do is accidentally dump it all over her dear young king. But she's back in record time, stepping close enough to lightly wind her arms around his neck. ]

For the sake of tradition, then. [ Despite her teasing words, there's no hesitation as she closes her eyes and leans up slightly on her toes to lightly press her lips against his. Every time they kiss, it never fails to make her heart flutter and heat flood her chest, and this time is no different. She lingers just a little longer than she should, probably, but she can't help herself... she does finally pull away, though, granting him his freedom once more should he wish it. ]

I would not mind if it decided to follow you around, you know. [ Not that she needs mistletoe as an excuse to kiss him, of course. She can find her own excuses for that, after all. ]