[Who knows where you're coming from and where you're going (Cotton Eye Joe playing muffled from someone's house), but mistletoe is everywhere. Really everywhere.

At this point, it's impossible for Zagreus not to know what the whole thing is about, with the sprites insisting on telling him about what they're doing in great detail: Paying tribute to this earthly being and how he should do the same if he does cross its threshold. Ever respectful, Zag had acquiesced, wondering if there are more stories surrounding the whole thing.

And lo and behold, a sprite drops on its behind on the top of Zagreus' head to call his attention.] Hey, little one, be careful; you'll get burned.

[The sprite points at the sprig above you. His eyebrows shoot up.] Oh. [His eyes cast down to you.] Er. Have you heard about what you're supposed to do with this?

[No offense, mate, but he doesn't want to convince anyone to smooch him, even if it's only to respect this little herbal god. Consent is a great thing.]

[Or maybe you catch him in the midst of the festivities, sipping at the eggnog, looking a little loopy if anything because of the hanahaki meds that he had to down with the alcohol since it makes him talkative and a bit too nostalgic.

He makes a beeline in the middle of the crowd to get to your vicinity and then taps you on the shoulder.] Are you enjoying yourself?