There's a warm ambiance inside. With the fireplace lit and the smell of warm ginger bread and pine tree filling the air, today couldn't feel any more like Christmas.

You two sit by the window sill, watching as the snow falls to the ground and the carolers sing, the streets filled with joy.

Astarion turns his head, looking towards you as he smiles and hands you a neatly wrapped box.

"Merry Christmas, my love."