Prompto thought, for a second, about Grog riding one of those bears, opened his mouth to make a comment, and then closed it again, thinking better of it. And feeling tempted to find whoever talked him out of it and give them a medal on behalf of all bears everywhere.

"It pesters you until you kiss someone," Prompto shook his head a little. "Apparently, it's a tradition here that if you get caught underneath mistletoe with someone around this time of year, you're supposed to kiss them, but, of course, the Fandom version makes sure you get caught under it with someone. I got stuck kissing two people last year..."

One of which was much more pleasant than the other, with all due respect to his best shark prince bro, of course.