[Newton spends his time scheming, drinking, tinkering, and drinking some more. That's the best way to spend the holidays, as far as he's concerned! And now he has decided to run amuck amid the crew while they're trying to be festive (or maybe not be so festive) in the sun room and hallways. Upon his approach, something whirrs over his head, and it's very very clear what it is when you look up...

A mistletoe, rigged to a very clearly engineered piston-based robotic system that not only hovers the cursed plant over the both of you, but makes sure to adjust for any height difference that Newt (the shorty) and you (probably not a shorty) may have.

He's BEAMING SO PROUDLY about it, of course, his arms held out in showmanship.]

Ohoho, would you look at that?! What were the odds of the two of us being under the mistletoe without a doorway in sight?! Guess we've got to adhere to the very important holiday customs...!



[BEHOLD: The Newtletoe 2023.]

Pucker up, buttercup!

[No one over legal age is immune from this tipsy idiot's approach, obviously... but of course, he also, in all of his wisdom, put an 'EJECT' button on the pack, so that if he runs into someone like Itachi, he can hit it...



Huh. Wonder how that works.]