"Everyone has their own traditions," Flora agreed gently. "When you become settled somewhere, you will create traditions of your own." Maybe with Riku. One could hope.
Fauna stuffed a few more things into the turkey and began smearing butter under the skin.
"When you're done with the potatoes," Merry weather said, "We're going to make that wassel you said you have. I found a recipe, but you'll need to taste test, alright?" So that it could be perfect.