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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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"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?"

"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.

No, he was just standing under unfortunate light and has the added misfortune of being a fandom joke. No harm, no foul. And even though there aren't usually free samples, since he sort of yelled at the guy for no reason, he'll just have to go ahead and comply. Briefly glancing around behind the counter, he grabs a piece of waxed tissue from a box, picks a macaron up and hands it over across the counter.

"Please, try one."

Break pops up from behind the counter (he hadn't been there a moment before, when Gilbert had glanced around).

"Yes, doooooo. They're delicious~!"

Someone else has helped himself to a macaroon. And is munching it noisily.

Alas, poor Garry.

He doesn't expect the Hatter to show up abruptly, so after a startled "Eeek!", Garry jumps back in surprise. At least he didn't drop his pie and macaron.

"Break, stop that!" he snaps as the man pops up. One hand reaches out to grab Break by the collar and hold him in place (that is, keeping him from stealing any more pastries) before turning back to his customer.

"Sorry...he doesn't really work here."

Break recognizes Garry's voice from their conversation; and the fact that Gilbert momentarily mistook Garry for himself is... well, it's fascinating. He'll have to investigate this further. In the meantime, he just grins at that "Eeeeek!" and allows himself to be grabbed. He makes a show of flailing (getting crumbs everywhere).

"Aiyaaaah~! Gilbert! Don't flirt in public, what will people think?"

Is he still cheesed off about Gilbert's little "error" earlier this week? Yes. Yes, he is, goddammit.

"Then why is he behind the counter..." :T

Garry backs off a little to avoid getting crumbs in his wavy hair; that'd be such a travesty if he attracted birds.

"I wouldn't call that 'flirting'!" But apparently he missed something prior to this sudden meeting. Still, can't help but watch the trainwreck.

"Who's flirting?!" Flail all you want, Break. You're not doing anything except giving Gilbert more things to clean up later, and you know how much he enjoys cleaning. Which is so, so sad...

He turns to Garry, still holding onto Break's collar, and once more apologizes, "Really, I'm sorry if he's caused you trouble."