Rolf and Luna
Rolf gave her a silky kind of smile and patted the lump at his tie with some pride. His necklace, the one that she had made, was tucked under his bright pink shirt, but he was certainly wearing it. The only time he took it off at all, really, was to hang in on his bedpost while he and John slept.
"Of course I have this, Miss Luna." The mistletoe, though, that caught her interest, now held his as well and he gestured towards it with a bit of a nod. "This is interesting to you?"
He wondered if she was looking for some kind of holiday kiss which, of course, he would oblige as that was what one did during these occasions, but he wasn't going to assume as much without some direct kind of cue for her--particularly after the reactions her friends had had when she'd told them about him.