Stephanie had explained the poison-twig-brings-smooches tradition to Vax'ildan, and demonstrated how it worked very nicely. Those were whose kisses he wanted, by and large, so he definitely wasn't planning on positioning himself under the smooch-plant growing festively above. But magic is sneakier than even a rogue, and wouldn't you know it, the thin dark half-elf happened to find himself standing under it without even realizing it had happened.