Sharon and Mobius
Wintertime in San Francisco wasn't particularly cold - it was cold very rarely, with fog even more rare than that; still, he felt the vibe of the holidays and the comfortable cold, reminiscent of sheets freshly laid down, that came along with it all. That pleasant chill, something that made you want to wrap yourself in a blanket. He was enjoying this season and knew he'd enjoy the party too. Probably.
Hopefully it wouldn't all go to hell like the Asgardian feast, but. Mobius would be more prepared this time - with TemPad and baton. Never knew when you needed to vaporize someone or something, providing a one-way ticket to the Void.
He went with the beauty is in the eye of the beholder Christmas sweater as well, like many of the guests, pairing it with pressed slacks, and hopefully he wouldn't embarrass Sharon when he came up to her and slid an arm around her to anchor himself in and kiss the top of her head. "No mistletoe yet, but I'm sure we can find some," was his greeting.