Demyx's relationship with alcohol has been having it twice, once he completely overindulged. He takes the shot and swallows it thoughtfully and nods. "Yeah, that'd probably go good in the cider."

He hummed thoughtfully. "It's not fancy, we'd burn a log, and exchange gifts, have a really big meal with whatever we could get our hands on, or whatever was left that might go bad over the winter. Usually we'd get pastries or something as a treat." It wasn't entirely different from Christmas, it was just non-denominational.

"The storytellers would do their magic...I wish I could perform like someone like Clopin."