[ Gareth can't help laughing just a bit more brightly, smile cutting through like a sunbeam despite her attempts to hide her mouth, out of politeness. She supposed people WERE avoiding it, but that just seemed... ]
It's a bit silly, isn't it? Perhaps they fear it's been enchanted in some way, but if I had to guess, I can only imagine they just don't want to feel obligated to go along with a certain tradition associated with the plant.
[ Gareth cleared her throat, the natural blushmarks on her cheeks managing to grow a bit, visible even despite her mask. ]
You see, when under the mistletoe, because of its various associations and the like, people are usually expected to, well...
[ Another laugh, anxious this time. ]
To kiss, of course. N-not that anyone is obligated to! At least I should certainly hope so, but I suppose others would rather avoid being caught beneath them less they be expected to kiss the nearest stranger.
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It's a bit silly, isn't it? Perhaps they fear it's been enchanted in some way, but if I had to guess, I can only imagine they just don't want to feel obligated to go along with a certain tradition associated with the plant.
[ Gareth cleared her throat, the natural blushmarks on her cheeks managing to grow a bit, visible even despite her mask. ]
You see, when under the mistletoe, because of its various associations and the like, people are usually expected to, well...
[ Another laugh, anxious this time. ]
To kiss, of course. N-not that anyone is obligated to! At least I should certainly hope so, but I suppose others would rather avoid being caught beneath them less they be expected to kiss the nearest stranger.