Plants...? But there are so many. [For a moment Tear stops in her tracks to look at the ceiling above her with furrowed brow, studying the accused decoration and its matching fellows carefully. They hardly seemed any different from anything else adorning the hall, but she nevertheless gently placed her hand in his without hesitation and allowed herself to be pulled to his side, turning her gaze away from the mistletoe to focus more on him instead.]

Aside from those, I hope you're still able to enjoy yourself. [Of course, she would be even more nervous if she knew just what those plants meant. For the time being she's content with simply being with him, despite the odd warning.]

... I was actually hoping to meet up with you soon, if you can believe that.