[He doesn't break away until they get to the kitchen and makes sure Falco is settled. Preparing food is at least quick, and he looks over the other's bag curiously.]

I don't really know how they celebrate things here. ... Or in your world, for that matter. I know this season's supposed to be more of a... ah. Romantic one. At least where I'm from.

[Despite the Cold War, American influence has crept in. He has no real opinions on it other than thinking most of it is stupid.]

What are we going to do?