At the beginning of the Christmas holidays, Astrid hangs a sprig of mistletoe over the kitchen doorway. "Not that you'd want me to kiss you," she says to David, "but it's a tradition, isn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose," says David.
Astrid wants Christmas Eve dinner by candlelight. Luke is there for dinner. There is more than enough food.
Luke laughs when he sees the mistletoe. "You're keeping deadly herbs in the house now?" he asks, winking at David.
Later, Luke choreographs a moment with David under the mistletoe and kisses him. He tastes like flames, like danger, like poisonous berries.
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