"I do love baked goods. Perhaps we'll have to see if such biscuits can be found around here. What sort of gifts does your Greatfather Winter bring?" Huaisang lifts his brows curiously, wondering about the spirits from other worlds. This Greatfather Winter sounds so different from anything he knows, and he knows so little of the 'Santa' that has been spoken of around town. If there's any similarity, Huaisang wants to know about it. He doesn't understand the kind of fixation that the town has toward Santa. It's so different from the temples and deities back home.