Despite being growled at, Zidane's all smiles. It's a pretty normal day in the weird world they're in and that's a good thing. Absolutely not going to be spoiled in any way.

"What do you want me to call you?" he asks with a small snicker, and walking over. Though, now that he's closer, he tilts his head. It's not that hard to miss the flush on Emet's face. "Ah, you feeling okay? Well, season of love is the season of colds too I guess."

And if that's the case, maybe he should head on. A cold is not something he wants to share for the holiday.