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Who: Gilbert Nightray & open!
When: All day on the 7th
Where: Funtom Bakery
Summary: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and a neutral business is doing their part to make sure that people enjoy the most important part of the holiday: THE PIES. Come get a free pie.
Warnings: Warning for cavities. No really, brush your teeth after eating, kids.

This is Gilbert's third time witnessing this modern holiday in Siren's Port. It's a different sort of tradition than his own world's celebration of welcoming in the harvest with a large feast, but then, there's nothing in this world that mirrors his own when it comes to holiday and tradition. Still, he and Funtom are doing their part to promote charity and goodwill by offering a free pumpkin pie ('One per customer, please!' proclaims a sign on the counter with a childish sketch of a happy black rabbit sitting in a teacup.) to complete your meal tomorrow evening!

Come in and get your free pie, sit down and enjoy tea and pastries, or just come in to bother the baker as he moves from the kitchen to the front counter to help pass them out.

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[petalpluck]

Garry thinks that the little sketch of the rabbit is cute...

After he picks up a free pumpkin pie, he still sticks around, keeping out of the way of customers and crew.

"Oh! Macarons." He spots the little colorful confectioneries in a display case and leans towards them appreciatively, considering buying one. Or ten.

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And just after he begins his staring competition with all the pastries, he'll hear a voice call out from one side:

"Break! Those pies are for customers not for--!"

But he realizes his mistake a moment too late, and cuts himself off before he can continue yelling. No, this isn't Break. He just sort of resembles the man in profile...ah, how creepy.

[petalpluck]

Garry looks up in surprise, blinking at the baker just as Gilbert cuts himself off.

"Pardon?"

He's not creepy okay. :c

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"Sorry, I thought you were..."

My boss who enjoys coming in here and stealing my food and knocking over displays of toys that I have to clear up and then forces me to make him sandwiches when I have lots of other stuff to do!!

"...someone else. Sorry again. Ah, can I help you?"

[petalpluck]

"Ah, it's alright..." Wow, apparently he's not original or individualistic. Maybe he should dye his hair blue instead.

"I was just looking at the macarons. You don't offer free samples, do you?" Unlikely, but he's hopeful.

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It's not the pie that brought her in, of course, nor the pastries or tea. She can only imagine how busy the place will be today, and if that's the case, maybe Gilbert could use some company for a few minutes to relax, at least. She's a bit nervous, of course; she still doesn't like going far outside the manor when she's like this. Nevertheless, around noon, she walks into the bakery, looking around the area for the man.

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There's never a dull moment when you're Gilbert Nightray! Or at least, there's never a relaxing moment. A dull moment can still be filled with duty, after all. And right now it's his duty to carry these boxes of pies from the kitchen out to the floor and into the serving area! But seeing Ahiru, though still boy-shaped, he pauses in his steps and smiles towards her. After the stress of the morning, it's good to see her now that he's finally getting used to seeing her...well, like this.

He moves to put the boxes down and free up his hands so that he can go and greet her properly. Sadly though, he doesn't notice the flour smudge on his face, or the egg stain on his apron.

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Once she sees him, she smiles as well, walking towards him hurriedly.

"Wow, it's packed in here! You must have been baking all day. Oh, speaking of..."

She reaches up, raising up on her toes to wipe the spot of flour off his face with her thumb before rubbing her hands together, getting rid of the ingredient.

"I think you missed a spot, Dad."

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Since before sirens, yes, but he's not going to bring up that part of it...

His eyes close on instinct as she reaches up to clean off his face, and stay closed as he realizes how embarrassing it is to have your daughter - or son - clean you up in public. Maybe that's how Oz always feels when he does it.

(Not that it'll stop him, but.)

"Sorry," he finally says, rubbing at his cheek to make sure that it's all gone.

[noshrimp]

Anya enters the shop as soon as she spots the word "free". Money is tight in this new world, and she fully intends to spend wisely. She decides on ordering some tea with it.

"Do I get a whole pie just for one order?" she enquires, making sure she has things correct.

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"Hm?" he answers, briefly glancing at the sign before looking back at her. He's discarded his apron at this point, taking over the floor so that others can go on break.

"You don't have to order anything else, no. It's free for the holiday."

[noshrimp]

"So I just get a pie for nothing?" she asks again, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Or is there a hidden charge you're just not telling me about?"

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"Hidden--?"

Suddenly, something occurs to him. The year before last he'd tried to donate food in the Port and had been told that no one would accept baked goods because they have a higher chance of being poisoned. In his own world (though it does happen) it wouldn't have been second guessed so quickly, and even now almost three years later he's not entirely used to it.

He shakes his head, stutters over his words as he answers.

"N-no, there's nothing hidden! It's just a gift for the holiday celebration!"

[debtor]

[Oh my gosh. Allen has never heard of Canadian Thanksgiving, but he sure as heck understands free pie. And if this is a holiday where you give thanks for free pies, you can bet he'll get behind that.

He'll just slide inside, then, wide-eyed but slightly tentative. Are they really handing them out to everyone who walks in off the street...? Well, Mr. Gilbert's been extremely generous in the past...]

Hello?

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[Somehow he'd expected to see Allen in here at some point today...

So when he hears his friend's voice, he pokes his head out of the kitchen and walks onto the floor, telling the worker at the counter that he'll help Allen and they can take a break.]

Allen, good morning. Ah - afternoon? [He glances up at the clock on the wall. It's been a long day, he's been baking since before sirens. How does time even work.]

[debtor]

[If you bake them, he will come.]

Afternoon. [He smiles, and nods politely!]

How are you, Gilbert? [It must be a busy day, if you don't even know the time...

Meanwhile, Tim flies in after him and parks his fat butt on the counter.]

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[He's got his eye on you, Timcanpy. Don't steal the pies!]

Fine. Ah, mostly fine. It's been a strange week.

[He glances back over at Allen's face, just to make sure.]

You weren't changed too, were you?

[inthejunk]

[Ooh, there's leftover cookie dough on the spoon...

What? You thought he was here to work? It's cold out, dude. And it makes his girly nipples perk, which is just embarrassing. Nope, he'll be hiding in the kitchen begging for table scraps instead. But hey, at least he's eating again?

...And the cast is finally gone, too. Clearly it's a good week in spite of the surprise ovaries!]

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[Bonus lack of cast is good, but - ]

Hey.

[Comes the sound of his unimpressed boss from the doorway.]

[inthejunk]

[Which has the unfortunate effect of making him choke on the batter. HACKcoughcoughhackCOUGHcoughhack!]

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[Sigh SIGH.

He walks in and slaps Yosuke on the back a few times. Just to make sure that he doesn't choke to death and die a woman, you know.]

[blondandperfect]

Hattie walked sporting modern attire, a long, dark blue designer jacket and matching hat, taking a break from 'work'. The smell of pie is just so good! Well, that, and she's naturally drawn to almost anything orange. It's a mystery why.

Not that she really intended to take one, as free items are the opposite of expensive, but it couldn't hurt to look!

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And lo and behold, she'll see her knight in shining fail standing behind the counter, passing out pie after pie to the newcomers who have arrived to get one. He knew he'd have to run into her eventually after seeing her reappear on the network a few days prior, but right now he's very much in Proper Bakery Management Mode, or as close as he can possibly get to it.

He briefly glances over at the sight of something dark blue out of the corner of his eye, then does a doubletake as he realizes who that coat belongs to and nearly drops the pie in his hands. No no no why this?!

Knight in shining fail *dead*

[blondandperfect]

Oh by the time he notices her, it's far too late. As if there were some sort of magnetic pull involved, Hattie is practically five steps away from the counter. With a turn of her head, the blonde's eyes light up, "Gilbert! <3"

The heart is audible!

Hattie shuffles over to cut to the front of the line, "Excuse me~." parks her rear onto the counter and then, in an alarming display of athleticism, kicks her legs up and over so she can slide to the other side and eventually grasp his arm. "Are you doing charity work? You're so charitable!"

it's all true.

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He immediately freezes, feet refusing to run away as he fights to stand his ground. Whatever shaky, faulty ground that might be given that she's jumping over the freaking counter at him. He leans away just slightly as she grabs hold, a nervous groan escaping him as he looks around for anyone who might help come to his rescue. But there's no one here at the moment to make a distraction, not even Oz and Break, who might - perhaps - not make things worse this time!

....Actually no, they'd probably make things worse this time too.

"H-Hattie...you're - err--"

He clears his throat.

"You came back...?"