[Well at his height it's only natural for Yeul's gaze to be drawn upwards towards the sprig of greenery.]

Oh- [He looks up only with his eyes, huffs a light dismissal and then drops them back down to Yeul.] -that's mistletoe.

I read about it. According to tradition, it's good luck to- [Sephiroth trails off as his thoughts race ahead of him and are reigned back. Yeul is only a young girl.]

-share an embrace underneath it.