[ Pyrrha isn’t afraid of heights, fortunately, but she could do without the snake motif. Turning to whoever is seated next to her on the ferris wheel, she asks - ]

Do you hear that?

—I don’t think this was meant for me.

[ Expression somewhat creased, Pyrrha frowns down at her ‘adult mistletoe’ - yeah, she knows what it is, and knows equally well it’s not something that she has any practical use for it right now. “Never knowing where a kiss will lead” is rather meaningless when you live the chase existence she does. Those thoughts, such as they are, aren’t so heavily considered and go thoroughly unvoiced. It feels rude to simply throw it out, but.

Pyrrha piles it gently across the closest trash bin, unprepared for the receptacle in question to rebuff her. ]

Human. I am overflowing. Remove your item at once or face the con - bzzt - sequences.

[ Sharing a wary glance at your character, yes, yours, she gingerly removes the present once more. ]

[ It’s Christmas, she’s around. Let’s all have ourselves a merry time! ]