She hums happily at the press of his lips against her forehead, smiling a little because a. she loves his laugh, b. she loves his kisses, and c. she is very happy to be spending Christmas with this beautiful wonderful man.

Maybe it'll even snow for him.

It's only a few minutes later that the car pulls in and Jyn reluctantly pulls away. Not because she wants to be away from Cassian but because she is a stubborn cow and wants to open her own car door. She is lucky that Denmark's royals aren't all that famous because there are no paparazzi to snap her leaping out of the car in leggings and a sweatshirt she stole out of Cassian's carry on during the flight to cover her thin long sleeves.

"Come on, Chantico. Let's get those paws on the ground again!"

They've stopped in front of one of actually four identical palaces set around a courtyard. The blue green main doors are open and a tall man is silhouetted against the light spilling out from inside, along with a number of windows. It's not late enough that the other palaces are blackened, but two of them do look as if they are closed for the night. "Hi Bodhi! You look like a serial killer looming there!"