What indeed?

As the chopper's sound increased, she watched Slick undo the upper pocket of his uniform and reach inside. “Sorry, Captain, I nearly forgot."

With that he pulled out a sprig of… mistletoe… leaned over and with the ‘essence of the gods’ above her head, kissed her lips. “Merry Christmas, Prue."

He'd never called her that before.

Now she knew what was going to happen when they arrived back to safety, to their base.

Their base.

Apparently the gods were correct.

Go, gods!

Thank goodness for mistletoe.