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He gives her polenta a curious look, though tasting his peppery mushrooms comes first. And figuring out how to handle these long ribbony pasta things. The learning process is going to be a little messy.

"That is odd," he remarks of the coincidence, when he's done savoring his first taste. Maybe there's some common root to the celebrations? He notes to ask one of the Breton knights about it. "Hmm. Well, I'm from further south, in Cyrodiil. The biggest festival there is for the new year, especially in the Imperial City. You know - parades, parties, an address from the Emperor, people giving thanks to Father Akatosh. Everyone reflecting very soberly on the year behind and then getting as drunk as possible to prepare for the next."