Radar, now on his second dinner of the night after helping Hawk dole out presents to the town's kids, bustles over to Dahlia the instant he's got a free second. He catches her hand and tugs her into a brief kiss hello, grinning bright.

(He can kiss her hello. He's done it dozens of times by now and it still feels like he's getting away with something.)

"Hey. Merr -- uh, happy Givingstide."

He keeps his other arm tucked behind his back, clearly hiding something.