Regular

“I think it’s the Cornucopia.”
There was the sound of voices outside and the door was flung open.
“Blessings be upon this house,” said Granny Weatherwax, stamping snow off her boots. “Your boy said I shouldn’t come in, but I think he was wrong. I came as quick as I could. What’s happened?”
“We’ve got cornucopias,” said Nanny Ogg, “whatever they are.”

– I would read a book that’s just Nanny and Granny going about their day |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith