"I suppose so." He gives a small chuckle, "I apologize, that must be mild compared to what you have tasted."

You better be careful, Qingqiu. Artemy will likely pick out something very salty!

"Ah, honestly, we celebrate... sort of. I do not know if celebrate is the word you would use for it. On the darkest day of winter we observe Suok, remember her place in our origin story of the world, sacrifice blood to her name in order to satiate her for another year..." He says all this as if it is quite normal and regular things to do, "It's nothing quite as cheery as this, honestly in comparison, it's rather dreary. No food cooked, no gifts exchanged, nothing like that."