"How about if I do this?" Sirius grins widely, increasing the amount of wrinkles and flashing a thousand-watt smile. "Regardless, if a sprig of mistletoe presents itself, I'll consider it a privilege and not a duty."

He shoulders the bag (oof!) and offers his arm to her.

"Merlin's beard! Coal for the whole city, or is all of it just for me? I wouldn't put it past old Bluffles..."