[bread and sugar aversions collide and yet they can't stop eating cookies]

Is it? I haven't been that way in months. Something about the bonfire draws me, when I manage to venture outside.

[at least he has his sexy peacoat now, he looks practically modern in it with regular old wool pants and plain gloves, aside from the armor still strapped to his shins. It only takes a couple of bites for the effect to start hitting him, but he doesn't really notice it aside from being comfortable with this big, friendly presence beside him]

It's still months before their next festival of sendoff, assuming we all live that long. I wonder where they're going.