Indeed we are, among other things— I suppose the telescope was rather obvious, in that regard, but there is purpose to it.

[He's finished his pie by now and most of his mash, and pulls another container from the basket to set between them so that they can each sample from it at their leisure, pulling the cloth covering it back just enough to reveal four miniature cheesecakes before he returns to spearing his roasted vegetables with his fork.]

While we don't have Christmas where I come from, we do have Simril, which falls about this time of year— the 20th of Nightal. Part of the celebration is locating one's lucky star in the night sky. People stay up the entire night, keeping warm by bonfire, eating and drinking— there are fireworks, on occasion, but I thought taking a quieter approach would suit us both this time around. The sky above us tonight is the same one would see over Waterdeep throughout Nightal.

[His smile has become easier, more relaxed as he shares a bit of Faerun tradition with her. He has come to find her company to feel quite natural, especially tonight, having been looking quite forward to it in the planning.]

I've so enjoyed getting to experience a bit of the holidays from your world that I wished to share one of mine with you.