Poplar was washing up plates in the kitchen, humming to himself, before he heard you knock on the door.

"Ah! Oh... heh, you startled me... how was the party for you, love? Enjoying the festivities?

After hearing that you are in fact enjoying the party, he smiles wider with those sweet braced sharp teeth of his.

"Good! Good... I'm glad that you had fun! And I hope you had plenty of food as well... I did make it special. Well, as special as I could manage while also making it special for the other 44 attendees... though... I do have one more thing just for you. Close your eyes. Keep them shut. Almost.... Boop!" He booped your nose with some frosting. "You're frosted now! That's my special attack!"

He laughs at your reaction. "Sorry, I... couldn't resist pulling one last trick. It's your favourite flavour too!"

After you made a playful comment about how unhygienic that was, he avers his eyes for a moment.

"No... I suppose our nose isn't the most hygienic place to but frosting. Do you need a paper towel, or-" With a teasing expression, you lick the frosting just to spite him. "Bleugh! Don't just lick it anyway! Really..." He chuckles. "Now you're playing a trick, aren't you? Hold still now... and..." He gently wipes the rest off your nose. "Got it. Don't worry, theres still a whole bowl of it, you're welcome to..."

An idea comes to your mind. You tell him you were thinking of something a little sweeter than frosting...

"You want something sweeter than frosting? W-What did you have in mind?"

You reply with "Some sugar".

"Sugar?? But there's already plenty of sugar in the-" His speech is suddenly cut off by you leaning forward and gently pecking him on the mouth. "Oh! Oh...you meant... ah, that... that makes more sense... you are quite the scoundrel sneaking a kiss like that! Well... I'll just have to find a way to get you back. He chuckles softly, then steps closer and gently hold your hands, looking down at you sweetly.

"Stars... you are a delight... Merry Gyftmas, dear..."