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there has been eating, drinking, the exchanging of gifts, overall merriment——and, though some of the gang are quite prone to bickering, no real quarrels to speak of. a successful celebration!
in spite of his mild drunkenness, anders has made an attempt to avoid any mistletoe (after being caught by isabela under a decorative sprig early into the night).
but it seems his lucky streak has run out.
the mage isn't exactly pleased, however, he does suppose the situation could be much worse. he shoots hawke a look before grabbing one of her hands and briefly pressing chapped lips to worn knuckles. when he speaks, he doesn't break eye contact.
"these," anders gives her fingers a squeeze to denote the subject, "are a lot trickier to stick back on than toes."
he pauses, then releases her hand.
"happy wintersend, hawke."
