The Q branch had arranged world kitchen themed Christmas party. They had glögg – mulled wine bought from IKEA, French Christmas Log, plume jam filled pastries, Christmas tree shaped marshmallows - all kinds of Christmassy stuff.
Quartermaster's minions had practically dragged him from his office to the party zone. Q was looking into his mug filled with glögg that smelled of spice and, yes, like childhood Christmas. He let his gaze linger in the room. He saw all around happy, smiling people. And there he was almost at the brink of tears. He wasn't into Christmas, not really after his parents had passed away.
"Q," Mallory said in a dull voice. "They managed to drag you as well."
"Well, it seems so. It's actually almost fun."
"Hmm. I wonder what they have put in your drink."
"It's mulled wine. It's actually quite nice."
"Well, well," said a familiar raspy voice behind them. "What an odd pair."
"007. I wasn't expecting you."
"I took an earlier flight from Arlanda. Moneypenny begged me to bring some Absolut Vodka from the tax free to spike the glögg."
"There you are," Eve came to them. "Thank you for bringing that. Now, 007, I would have expected more of you. Walking in a trap like that."
Bond raised his eyebrows. He was confused.
Moneypenny looked up. Bond followed his gaze. There was mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.
Eve smiled wickedly.
Q was little behind with the script as he was checking his emails from his phone. He noticed that everybody had gone awfully silent. He looked up and pushed his spectacles up on his nose with his forefinger. "What?"
007 smirked. "For Christmas spirit and all," he muttered and leaned n to kiss Q.
"Moneypenny, this is hardly appropriate," M sighed.
The kiss was chaste and short. Bond just pulled back casually, shoved the vodka bottle to Moneypenny and strode off leaving the Quartermaster red-faced in the middle of everybody.