Georgie, tugging his sleeve and pointing up: “Levi.” Levi, groaning: “Do not show me, Georgie.” “Leviiiiiiii.” “This is your parents’ house.” “So? My parents are champion PDAers. That’s what the mistletoe is for.” “No, Georgie.” “No?” “The mistletoe is not for the way *I* kiss you.” Georgie, staring up, tugging his arm again: “Ok. Let’s go out back. For the way *you* kiss me.” “We’re at your parents’ Christmas party.” Georgie, smiling: “Right, I know. But remember, Levi Fanning? I’m trouble.” 🤭