“So it’s a... hallucinogenic?” Samara slowly questioned. Her brows raised slightly. She held the glass in her hand, though she didn’t take a sip yet. A few other crew members milled about the ‘Holiday party,’ as it had been called. Asari had holidays. Just not ones so... peculiar.

She truly couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea of ‘mistletoe.’ Humans felt compelled to kiss, simply because they stand under a plant? Why do they put the plant up, then? Why not walk around it, or avoid it? What was the point? Was it similar to some sort of drug, with the strange side-effect of kissing the nearest person? It was all confusing. A bit strange, if you asked her.