“Oh, don’t be silly Tamsin, you adore me.” Roger quipped back playfully, though careful not to tread too much into faux-egotistical territory as Tamsin didn’t seem in the best of moods today. Once more Roger tried to take a step back with vain hope they would come unstuck. No luck. A small sigh escaped him and he racked his brain trying to think of what could possibly cause this; Someone’s idea of a joke, perhaps? Some desperate journalist hexing them together so they can ambush them with a camera and make up a big story? Of course, none of these theories were shared out of fear Tamsin would react poorly.
His thoughts were disrupted by the giggle of a little girl. As she pointed up Roger looked up, puzzled for a moment as to what the hell was hanging over their heads. Then realization dawned on him. “Mistletoe… oh for fuck sake!” His exclamation was more of amusement than anything. Looking back down to his temporary Siamese twin, an offhanded shrug was offered. “So, fancy a snog then?” Kissing Tamsin wouldn’t be too difficult, though perhaps a little awkward on his part. After all, they’d known each other for years and Roger always considered her as one of the blokes.