"Not 'bread' like sourdough," Flora explained, "Christmas bread. Its sweet. Braided with cinnamon, sugar, and butter. He and his grandfather used to make it when Riku was little. After his grandfather died, Riku still insisted on making it every year, to remember him." She thought it was very sweet. "We'll eat it tonight after dinner, and toasted tomorrow morning with breakfast." It was really very good.
"I don't really know," Flora said, a little confused now that she thought about it, "He just came through, dressed," not pajamas, "And said he'd be back later."