"I thought they were from deserts." Swann knows just as little, though she's retained a lot of school information that many of her peers have forgotten, probably because she had so few friends when she was young, and spent a lot of time reading to fill the void. "If that's the case, he'll need a mink coat!" They're going to have to look this up.

She pinches his chin and smirks, laughing a little. "Oh? I didn't know you have a thing for Ms. Claus. Never struck me as the type, really." Crawling into his lap, she slides her arms over her shoulders and locks her fingers together behind him. "I can make sure you get some of my cookies..."