"Jane! What is this hideous festive thing over your head?!"
[ Jane had been serving her shift for guardduty when her master approached her and questioned about whatever he was referring to. Holiday decorations areallowed as long as they’re descreet, and as Jane looked up she discovered she hadbeen caught under the one she undeniably loathed ]
“ Misletoe. I wouldn’t suggest coming any closer or else you’ll have to kiss me. “











