Her concern over something as trivial as the possibility of being confronted with an unfamiliar family tradition amused Nikolas greatly. Automatically, he reached over to her and patted her on the back, between her should blades, the way one might pat a friend jokingly. "You're far too concerned about this. All families do something weird for the holidays. I promise you won't be made to do anything silly or strange, if you don't want to."
Nikolas seemed to realize he'd broken some sort of physical boundary that he hadn't really acknowledged as existing between them, and drew his hand back quickly, bringing it to rest in his pocket again. He coughed, sending a cloud of steam forth from his mouth - it made him think of pipe smoke. What he wouldn't do for that right now.
Thankfully, what he perceived might become an awkward moment was ended abruptly, because they'd arrived at their destination. Indeed, the pavilion was abandoned, and seemed to have not been used in quite a while. A sparse layer of autumnal leaves drifted to and fro on the two long tables within, and though it was open to the elements, at the very least he hoped the pillars supporting it might cut the wind a bit. "Ah, good, no one here. I didn't want to have to deal with relocating, because honestly I'm through with ideas."
He approached the table and set the bag down, wasting little time in unloading the contents, place settings and food. For once, Harold Dingle's odd connections had genuinely come in handy, as he'd managed to acquire some non-Hogwarts fare for Nikolas at the last minute - hot sandwiches, sweet potato soup, and, of course, Butterbeer. At least that might help with the issue of warmth. Nikolas was pretty sure there was dessert as well, but right now he was just eager to eat the food he'd already unpacked.