[ there's something so endearing about olivine's obvious enjoyment in talking about these things, anthropological, historical observations. it makes tseng smile slightly as he leans an elbow against the back of the couch, propping himself comfortably against the cushions so he can pay proper attention to olivine's explanation. definitely the explanation, and not just how cute olivine is.

okay, no, he does actually listen, and finds that the explanation is more or less in line with... well, if not the exact fact pattern of the holiday tseng has learned is called "christmas," then at least with the broad strokes of it. something something god, something something winter, something something gifts. ]

It seems that for many people in this place, holidays are somewhat seasonal, [ tseng observes. ] It sounds like this is true for Klein as well?

[ both a question of curiosity, and a natural segue for olivine to continue! ]