"Oh, my mom's. That's easy. She saves everything and then reuploads it to her account because she hasn't figured out tagging herself in photos. You're the best. I'm going to kiss you again." Edwin did just that, planting a line of loud smacks across Oliver's face until their lips met. He, too, looked around the room at Oliver's suggestion, then nodded. "I'll grab some mistletoe on the way up. And baby spinach." He wrinkled his nose playfully.