Maria giggled. "Oh, that will be fun. Wait. It runs concurrently with Saturnalia?!" She giggled, thinking of how much fun Saturnalia was at Camp Jupiter, the one time she'd actually been there to celebrate it. The augur had gotten soooo drunk. Actually, so had several of the priestesses of Vesta.... Needless to say they weren't priestesses by the end of the festival. Her smile faded as she remembered what their punishment had been... Floggings, which were supposed to have been outlawed at camp, but the camp managers always turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to them. She'd been the one to patch up the girls, being they were originally from Fifth Cohort... Three had lived. One hadn't. That was usually the case with her patients, three out of four would live. But she still had a better success rate than any of the other cohort medics and even than the legion medic. But he always pulled seniority... He was two years older and technically her half-uncle, since he was a child of Apollo and thus a half-brother of Aesculapius. 
She shook her head and smiled a little forcedly. "I'm sure it will be fun. May I cook for the festivities?" They'd pulled her in to help with kitchen duty at the Saturnalia festival the last year, after they realized that all she was doing was telling kids off for getting drunk and handing out "risks of underage drinking" flyers and not really doing anything festive. And she'd realized how much she loved cooking for parties then.