Luna had supposed they'd need some sort of large-scale acculturation program, but she hadn't heard much call for one. Though she supposed that would be and excellent question for those running the integration circus. She suspected Ron was humoring her just a touch, but she didn't mind. She smiled warmly at him when he looked back to her.
"They all go into the roasting pan, with the chicken broth," she replied. The pan had an inlaid wire rack for the bird to be placed upon. "Put this bird in the wire basket, then sprinkle the herbs and spices on top, and pop it in the oven."
It would have to cook for under an hour. That would give them plenty of time to work on a bit of dancing before they needed to start in on the potatoes.
"And then we can start on dancing a bit, if you're ready?" she offered.