Duck took a very deep breath. Okay. She could do this. After all, it was for Christmas, and if she was going to spend a lot of time as a girl, she was just going to have to go with people traditions.

And there was a sprig of mistletoe right above them.

Gathering up all her courage, Duck leaned forward and squinched her eyes shut, flushing red to the roots of her hair as she pressed her lips against Mew's.