I have been well. It takes... some time to adjust, but I have faith in my ability to adapt.

[It's all fun and polite conversation until he realizes he also cannot move, something he finds more than a bit worrisome. Templar tricks? A Piece of Eden?

But then he glances at where she's pointing.

Mistletoe. Something he's learned about since he arrived, certainly not a custom where he's from, but something he can't altogether have anything against.

Well. Except that it seems they may be having a problem with it right now.]

I see. Do you know the traditional significance of that?