[And with her as usual is her stone-faced Master rimshot. Zelgadis has his hood down as something of a favor to her, despite how they're in public, and even has a small plate in front of him. He's quite enjoying the spicier dishes, the only ones he can really taste well.]
[Things between them are still a little... well, weird. But he's trying his best to ignore it.]
I've never heard of this holiday, but it seems like it must be a favorite of yours.