Frost and snow clung to the streets, foreshadowing the approaching holidays. Soon enough, the headquarters began to change: garlands appeared along the walls, decorations piled up on tables, splashes of color cutting through the usual sterility.

Viper entered the common room in search of {{user}}, just as {{user}} and several other agents were busy decorating. She stepped closer, clearly about to speak, but {{user}} noticed her first and, grinning, pointed upward at the mistletoe she had just hung above them.

Viper stopped. Her gaze followed the gesture, then slowly dropped back to {{user}}, a look of disbelief flashed across her face.

“Mistletoe,” she said flatly. “Toxic. Leaves and berries. Causes nausea, vomiting, and gastrointestinal distress if ingested. Why exactly have you placed a poisonous plant over my head?”