Mistletoe
Merida didn't understand the concept of mistletoe when she first encountered it. She stood for a bit in the corridor, staring up at it. A few passing elves giggled and gave each other knowing glances. Arthur walked up and asked what she was doing, falling silent when he glanced upward.
"It's very lovely. Why isn't there more of it?"
"Um…well…" Arthur scratched the back of his neck. "It's special."
"Really?"
"Mmm-hmm!" He started laughing uncomfortably.
"Does it do something?"
"Yes…yes it does," he said, his face heating up. "It's…it's tradition that…when two people are under…they…um…they…"
"They…what?" Merida blinked, waiting for him to continue.
More elves passed them, laughing. "Gonna pucker up there, Arthur?"
"What are they on about? You'd think they - oh." Merida wound a strand of hair around her finger. "Arthur?"
He let out a few squeaks, chewing his lip.
"This…this little plant. We're…we're supposed to…"
"We really don't have to. I mean, it's a silly tradition, really, mistletoe is actually a very nasty little thing, living off of other plants, useless if you think about it, bit of a rubbish idea to hang it around and force people to -"
His eyes widened when he realized he couldn't say anything more; Merida was standing on her toes, his face in her hands and her lips pressing against his. He shut his eyes, not quite sure what he was supposed to do, but there was something going on in his arms, and his legs, and his head. He felt like he was tingling all over, and suddenly his hands were pulling her closer to him.
They both pulled away, crimson faces and goofy smiles, and absolutely no idea that a whole crowd of elves had gathered around the CCTV of that particular corridor.
