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[justscribing]

Yes, though it isn't anything Kaveh or Ghost put up. [Because there's no way they would have put coercive mistletoe around their saintly gala.] Apparently the tradition is a kiss.

[fanstheflames]

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Okay, got it! Bend down a little!

[justscribing]

Only a little? [With their half a foot height difference.

But Alhaitham leans down far enough to present his cheek to her.]

[fanstheflames]

Oh whatever, it's not like I'm asking you to kneel!

[ With a huff, but it is still a warmly affectionate (and light) kiss she presses to his cheek once he's in range. ]

[justscribing]

[Tsuruno huffs, and it elicits that curve of amusement and fondness in Alhaitham's eyes. He realizes that there's a discordance with the motion, in that it is equally familiar and unfamiliar. That the last time he'd shared this form of affection, familiar and familial, he had been young and it had been his grandmother leaning over. He hadn't expected to be on the other side of it.

But he knows the return motion. A hand that moves to bush Tsuruno's bangs back and rest upon her head so he can press the quick kiss upon her forehead.] That should satisfy it.

[fanstheflames]

[ Welcome to the grandmother life, Alhaitham...

But Tsuruno beams, taking an exploratory step back--and yep, she can move. ]

Victory! Come on, let's get you back to your table before we get stuck again.

[justscribing]

[Only if he gets to retire with pension.

Alhaitham pulls back with a brief smile. Then it's up the stairs, and back to his table with Tsuruno until she flits off to the next friend of hers.]