"Oh, they're wonderful. Cooked meat and vegetables are enveloped by dense yet delicious dough all steamed to perfection. I miss them. I haven't had anything like them in a while." Mulan hadn't meant to say so much, but there were times she felt the longing for going home. She wouldn't go back, or perhaps she couldn't anymore. She tried not to focus on the reason why she was still traveling so far from home.
"Like Emma Swan?" Her brows furrowed at this. "While I'm sure Storybrook appreciates Emma's existence, but do they need to celebrate her birth with a holiday or festival?" That seemed a little much.
"It's very pretty though." She had to agree on that one. "This holiday is very pretty. They usually are. The music, the lights, that warm feeling." She smiled at Aurora before pausing to let a group of elves to sing and tumble by.
"What sort of foods? Is that normal?" She motioned to the elves while starting them on their way again.