I'm supposed to be enthused about being stuck under mistletoe with a stranger? [So Youth noticed it to, that sense of having known each other before, somewhere. Perhaps it was only in passing on the streets of the sphere...though it all seemed...annoyingly familiar.] We haven't met. I think I'd remember.

[A man can wish.] So we are. At least I'll have something to read while I wait. [With a mild smile, one which was hidden by the scarf he wore around his lower face, he held out his hand expectantly.]