"Oh, yeah, sure," Summer, who felt like she'd be just as likely to cut that outstretched arm if she had a weapon as she would the mistletoe, "lemme just pull one out of my swimsuit."

And then Summer was plopping down gracelessly at the edge of the pool, because if she didn't let herself down, she was pretty sure the mistletoe would find a way to force her down closer, and she wasn't about to let that happen, her hands went flying around her head for a moment to get them away from her ponytail, and found herself all too relieved to hear the little scritch-scratch of approaching squirrel claws on the tiles.

"Ohmygod," Summer breathed out, "I don't think I've ever felt more relieved to hear that sound in my life. Okay, Leroy, let's get this over with."

And even though this was clearly not the form he'd prefer Summer to be in for this moment, Leroy took a moment to squirt some squirrel breath spray into his mouth (an action that inspired Summer to change her mind and go leaping into the pool into Seivarden's arms instead) and beamed up at her expectantly.

"I am never going to hear the end of this," Summer muttered, her face a near rictus of disgust as she leaned in and planted a kiss on the top of Leroy's squirrel head, holding her breath to see if that'd be enough to satiate the mistletoe.

...if it wasn't, and she wound up kissing both a squirrel and Seivarden, she was catching the next portal to Naboo and never coming back.