"A potluck." Ignis mused. "Well that might help everyone learn a bit about the traditional foods they eat around that time of year. That also would invite stories as to how it came to become a dish either in their world or their family."

He smiled, thinking of Nida and the stories tradition he'd started today. It had been quite unexpected, but Ignis found that he was always the scholar and people's stories revealed things about themselves and their worlds. So there was learning to be done there.

"And how should we do the gifts? Perhaps pull a name from a sort of hat?"