His arms wrap around her and Rosie goes easily into the embrace, nestling into the broad wall of his chest, her head leaning against his shoulder. As his lips find her pulse, she can't help the soft, pleased little sound that comes from her mouth.

"You did it brilliantly," she says, looking up at him, her dark eyes bright with happiness. "And thank you. And I say...Festive Yule, to you? Something like that, right?"