He's beginning to collect a number of people insisting he try various foods, it seems. He'd given it little thought before, what's available on his world. Food's always been a simple thing for him. He eats what's there and that's about it. His preferences are secondary.

He breaks off another bit of the fudge and pops it into his mouth. Still sticky.

"We didn't celebrate holidays." He knows of them, occasionally spends time in a village where they have their customs, but it simply wasn't part of his upbringing. He sets the rest of the piece of candy down on the counter. "Mostly, we found blackberries in the spring. Chestnuts in winter."

After the keep fell, that was. Before that, he'd been locked underground with the rest of the other boys, so. Not a lot of room to explore the outdoors.