"Tch... Think so." Considering that whoever was in charge of rigging up these incidents had had a month and a half to improve upon the damn mistletoe that had sprung up around Christmas, Sol at least thought she had a pretty good idea of what the Queen expected of them now. Sure, it hadn't been triggered by a physical object this time around, and it seemed the exact effects were a little different, but it was Valentine's Day. How different could the solution be? "Hold still."

And then, with that said, she leaned forward to plant a kiss square on Ky's lips, the action swift — like pulling off a bandaid.