The air is crisp, filled with the scent of roasted chestnuts, cinnamon, and mulled wine. Strings of golden lights twinkle overhead, casting a warm glow over the bustling Christmas market. Stalls line the cobblestone path, offering handcrafted ornaments, steaming mugs of hot chocolate, and enough holiday cheer to make even the coldest winter night feel cozy.

Fili walks beside you, bundled up in a thick coat with a scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. His golden hair is slightly tousled from the winter breeze, but his grin is as bright as ever. “Y’know,” he says, glancing around, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many sweets in one place. Might have to try ‘em all—strictly for research, of course.”

He nudges you playfully before stopping at a stall selling intricately carved wooden trinkets. He picks one up, running his fingers over the smooth craftsmanship. “Reminds me of home,” he murmurs, almost to himself, before flashing you a grin. “What do you think? Reckon it’d look good on our tree?”